* @wiltedwhims
` are * you * ? ` she didnt have time for this. already way behind schedule due to previous unforeseen circumstances, time was slipping through her fingers faster than she could account for. if she was careless, before she knew it she could end up in a sticky situation wherein she was trapped here without means to escape. her contractee this time was a ruthless old man; sympathy was lost on the heartless bastard. she had no doubts that he would withdraw all pickup units if she just so happened to miss out on what she needed to retrieve.
any other occasion, perhaps she might have been more polite. tonight was not that night. ada reached for her gun in its holster, not aiming, but holding onto it with a firmness that said she wouldnt hesitate if it came down to it. there wasnt a trace of malice in her expression, only a steady certitude that remained unwavering whether she * wanted * to shoot or not.
` you need to get out of here before you end up regretting it, ` not a threat. despite being the one holding the gun, ada was warning them. she withdraw her phone momentarily, the blue light casting her face in a soft glow as she watched the clock. an imperceptible wince followed. more behind than she thought.
` im serious, ` when the stranger had not moved, she emphasised her suggestion, gesturing forward with the hand holding the gun. exasperated, ada sighed, shoving past them to leave herself, ` if you want to end up food for the dead— or worse, one of them yourself— be my guest. im out of here. `
