Not a bad idea. Some people consider this place its own sort of opportunity.
[There are things she could say, but as bad as she might be at playing cards close, she knows better than to resort to knives. Yet, anyway. He's a threat, but it's not as much his hands, or a gun that she's worried about. It's words. Influence. And he's already proving himself uncomfortably good at gathering that in short order. The last time she really considered killing someone it had been based on the knowledge that they would kill her, and someone she cared for, if she gave them the chance. That fact is less obvious here, more blurred lines, and there are people she wants to talk to before she does anything rash. Or well- one person, anyway.
She listens to what he says, murmurs in that easy way that indicates interest. And then he asks what her name is. She almost lies, because it would be safer. But the truth is that such a lie wouldn't last. She'd felt safe here- too safe, she realizes now- she should have known better. Even as sparse as she's been on the Network, it wouldn't take too much to find out her real name, even just with how involved with the reconstruction she's been.]
Just doing my part. My name is Ava Anatalya Orlova.
[She doesn't expect it to mean anything to him, but it's not a certainty. And if he knows, that's even more dangerous, because she doesn't know what's in her file. So many options and none of them are good. Her lips twitch into that slight touch of a smile, forcing it, even if she wears it well.]
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[There are things she could say, but as bad as she might be at playing cards close, she knows better than to resort to knives. Yet, anyway. He's a threat, but it's not as much his hands, or a gun that she's worried about. It's words. Influence. And he's already proving himself uncomfortably good at gathering that in short order. The last time she really considered killing someone it had been based on the knowledge that they would kill her, and someone she cared for, if she gave them the chance. That fact is less obvious here, more blurred lines, and there are people she wants to talk to before she does anything rash. Or well- one person, anyway.
She listens to what he says, murmurs in that easy way that indicates interest. And then he asks what her name is. She almost lies, because it would be safer. But the truth is that such a lie wouldn't last. She'd felt safe here- too safe, she realizes now- she should have known better. Even as sparse as she's been on the Network, it wouldn't take too much to find out her real name, even just with how involved with the reconstruction she's been.]
Just doing my part. My name is Ava Anatalya Orlova.
[She doesn't expect it to mean anything to him, but it's not a certainty. And if he knows, that's even more dangerous, because she doesn't know what's in her file. So many options and none of them are good. Her lips twitch into that slight touch of a smile, forcing it, even if she wears it well.]
And you're Alexander Pierce.