Leering down at her, he internally halts. She looks not but a child—but as does Shelke, the girl of nineteen trapped in a body of nine. So small compared to him, and yet when she worked for DeepGround, she had faced him equally in battle. ‘…Though perhaps that would have been different had I been using real bullets opposed to tranqs.'
Leisurely turning to face her, his eyes roam critically over her small form; petite is the running feature, and yet she seems fearless to a man with a gun. ‘…She is something not unlike my small Tsviet companion.’
Little words from a little person. How, again, very like his friend. She thinks more than others do, and clearly she dislikes playing games. That would make them a pair, then.
Lightly, his finger rubs the smooth metal of a barrel on his weapon, bare pad caressing the black steel of his pride. It is an idle movement, a tic, one he performs without realizing it. Inherently, it displays his over-calculation and his lack of caring in one. But strange, was he? “…That makes two of us, then.”
█{{✰}}██ Older yet not, mentally, she gave off a sense of appearance that she was human only for this small form to house something dangerous. She’s not the type people would remotely bother with if her secret were to be discovered, a monster in human flesh, a murderer, and a girl who was thrust deep into a world of survival being the top priority of every being there. All were out to do what it takes to further their chances and she had to learn fast on how to stay toe to toe with them.
Two of us? That’s fine by her truthfully to be considered strange just as he is, she is very strange after all to this place and it isn’t like she can complain. Strange, quiet, and just… an abnormality to the system exists in the world.
It almost seemed she’s watching him, as if wondering just what to do at this point knowing he may want to have 'words’ with her in a similar fashion to others. At least, she would have assumed that only to remain calm about it. She can’t go off assumptions, much as she had to wonder what he would do given she isn’t moving to attack. There’s no reason to, perhaps just following? He might disagree to it.
There’s really only one way to find out, she had nothing else to do or nowhere else to go so maybe the choice wouldn’t be all bad yet there’s plenty that may go wrong in a matter of seconds; that she’d at least keep in mind thankfully.