Sev looked up at Eva quietly, taking in the woman who, she expected, would be her jailor. She swallowed slightly, only just noticing how dry her mouth was, and tried to speak- but nothing really came. Despite all the training that had been forced upon her, nervousness had overcome her usually commanding persona, making her seem even more injured and afraid. She eyed Eva nervously, obviously still untrusting of the girl.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
