An Amicable Meeting

[Liz Krest]

Liz followed Damien to their destination, matching his pace and walking by his side.

"Is it safe to assume that I have passed the test then, Cobra? You don't strike me as the kind of person who would give a member of an opposing organization any chance to cause... trouble." As if the Infiltrator took great pleasure in this discussion, Liz continued to hover around the subject of trust, the real reason for her persistence unknown even to herself. Regardless of what it was she was so eager to find out, the tone of her voice remained the very same emotionless one that characterized her.

"Curious," she thought to herself, "something you said struck a chord with me," she repeated Damien's words in her head. Instead of helping her answer the multitude of questions that had flooded her mind, he only added to the disarray.

"What if he..." Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the lift. A brief, loud bell-like sound followed by the doors opening. An escape. Not one meant to get away from the man accompanying her, but one that served as a way to interrupt her thought process.

"Neither did you strike me as a man with such an elegant desire to..."

"I certainly did not expect to be left at such a lack of words."

And at a lack of words she was left indeed. Choosing instead to remain silent and after a noticeable delay, Liz exited the elevator with a long and slow inhale followed by a matching exhale, and took a few steps before coming to a stop, waiting for the Xeno outside.

"I really need a drink," she simply pointed out, leaving her lingering thoughts behind.