She watches through her scope. Watches that slim chance of escape widen. Watches the doubt grow, like cancer.

"That's alright."

Quiet. Like a blade in the dark. Like a trap poised to be sprung.

"I was someone's pet assassin, too."

She can offer him that much.

"They sent you because they will take me dead, not just alive. They think you can kill me. What do you think they could want me for when it doesnt matter whether I breathe? You km now the answer. You know you're here to pull the trigger and bring them something useful. They didnt send you for your personality."