=> Infiltrate Derse.
You sigh and look down at the floor, wondering what to say next. You may want to lighten the mood, even if it was just a bit. You shifted your glasses, stood up, and held out your hand.
"Shall we shake on a truce of some sorts? If you do my mind, of course. I simply do not want any blood on this floor, be it yours or mine. Crimson is awful on this shade of purple."
That sounded more morbid than needed be. You may have been shaking, only a little, at the fear of what she would do. She could have another gun. She could have concealed it well. But, you have this mutual semi-trust... But that's what's eating you, perhaps.
You shift a little awkwardly where you sit, frowning a little, and nod, standing up and smoothing out your (technically her) skirt. Meeting her eyes through those dark shades, you somehow wish you could read her expression, her sincerity.Â
"A truce, then. Even if it's just between us, as it were."
You don't have another gun - you'd not intended on letting it slip that you were able to dual-wield weapons in a country where everyone and their brother was armed. Oh, well. Not like it mattered right now.Â
You take her hand in yours and shake it, once, not sure if you should really be worried about her at all. She did have that katana after all, and you weren't the best (read: you're actually pretty terrible) at fending off bladed attacks.
