The Red Widow Bites

Indie RP Blog for Ava Orlova

[redwidowbites]

“Forty seconds ahead of you,” Ava said, spotting it. “Do we need creative egress?”

She eyed the line of cars nearby. The ones with the fancy, electronic locks were totally sparkable.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

“Probably. I think someone might be following us.” Claire frowned as she looked back, her body slowing down. 

“Be ready to hurry and leave the scene. People are following the smoke.”

[redwidowbites]

"Copy," Ava said, already walking toward a particularly shiny Lexus. She'd never driven one of those before.

One zapped lock and ignition later, and Ava peeled around. She could see Claire's limping form headed her way.

"Bonjour Denise," the onboard computer chirped. "Where would you like to go today?"

Ava threw open the door. "C'MON!" she yelled.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

The Diner

Claire yawned as she looked towards the clock on the wallpapered wall. She had over three hours to go before she had a break and her feet already ached. Though that was a normal ache, she decided as her favourite customer came in. It was a young girl with red hair, reminded her a little of her sister, but was nicer. Claire stopped her friend from going over there, shrugging off the unanswered question as to why she would want to do anything while her feet hurt. 

“You again.” She said, as she stood next to the table, a smile on her face, “If I had to guess, I would say that your parents suck at cooking.” She joked as she grabbed her notepad and pen. She gave the girl an expectant look as she waited for her to order. 

[redwidowbites]

“Why aren’t you running?” Ava yelped. She slammed her elbow into Shorty’s chest, before he could recover from the temple blow.

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“Why aren’t you?!” Claire scoffed, bringing a plate down on Gruff’s head. “I’m the adult, you’re the kid. You run when danger appears, I stay and protect!” She pointed out as if it all made sense. 

[redwidowbites]

"That has not happened in my ENTIRE life," Ava replied.

Shorty struggled with breathing, but got his hand to his jacket. Ava yelped, and slugged him across the jaw.

"Can we do this later?" she asked, yanking Shorty's hand away from his jacket.

[redwidowbites]

The explosion that ripped through the building was impressive. It took out three rooms and a bit of the floor beneath. Claire could feel the heat of it as she ran outside. The scumbags inside felt more than the heat.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” Ava hissed. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.” She wasn’t limping, per se, but she wasn’t running full tilt either.

“Hawkeye?” she said, hauling ass for all she was worth to the rendezvous point. She pressed a finger hard against her comms. “Please confirm you’re not dead.”

[clairebxrtonarchive]

Claire groaned as she moved, the heat of the explosive was still hot against her back when she heard her comm come alive. 

“Hawkeye’s not dead.” She muttered, her voice heavy with annoyance. Her clothes were stained and messy and her hair was everywhere. “Annoyed and wondering if I can blow that place up again, but alive.” 

And currently running with a broken hearing aid in one ear and some glass in her left leg. “A minute from rendezvous.”

[redwidowbites]

“Forty seconds ahead of you,” Ava said, spotting it. “Do we need creative egress?”

She eyed the line of cars nearby. The ones with the fancy, electronic locks were totally sparkable.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

The Diner

Claire yawned as she looked towards the clock on the wallpapered wall. She had over three hours to go before she had a break and her feet already ached. Though that was a normal ache, she decided as her favourite customer came in. It was a young girl with red hair, reminded her a little of her sister, but was nicer. Claire stopped her friend from going over there, shrugging off the unanswered question as to why she would want to do anything while her feet hurt. 

“You again.” She said, as she stood next to the table, a smile on her face, “If I had to guess, I would say that your parents suck at cooking.” She joked as she grabbed her notepad and pen. She gave the girl an expectant look as she waited for her to order. 

[redwidowbites]

Ava didn’t get down. She leaped up.

Her pencil flew, and struck glare-y in the temple. In the next beat, Ava practically appeared next to Claire, and jammed her fork in tall and gruff’s hand.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

Claire frowned as she watched Ava. With almost the entire diner empty due to the fight, she was able to notice that there was more than just Shorty and Gruff, but she wasn’t really worried. 

“And where did you learn that?” She asked as Ava showed up right next to her, Claire’s fingers itching for her bow but knowing that she’d have to do with just plain knives and forks. “Because I’m sure there is no program that teaches kids that.”

[redwidowbites]

“Why aren’t you running?” Ava yelped. She slammed her elbow into Shorty’s chest, before he could recover from the temple blow.

[redwidowbites]

“Shitty Tuesday,” Ava replied. Do not get Hawkeye killed, do not get Hawkeye killed. “I think I have an idea on the safe now. I’ll get back to you.”

She peeled off her gloves, the worry of the boom pushed behind her worry for Claire.

“And today in stupid idea theater…” she murmured.

She pressed her hand against the console and started pulsing sparks through it. She’d done this a few times with other locks. She could do this now. She had to. Claire was counting on her.

The lock clicked open.

“Vot eto da!” she cheered. Then, the safe beeped.

“Der’mo,” she said.

Grabbing the contents of the safe quickly, she keyed her comms. “Have contents, but… uh, the safe may or may not blow up. I don’t know how long.” She zapped it again to hopefully stall it.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

“I haven’t had a non-shitty Tuesday in a long time.” She dodged another punch, rolling to the ground as someone reached out to grab her. “Do whatever you need to!”

Someone’s hand grabbed at her hair and she began to curse the fact that she hadn’t worn it up. Grunting as she kicked back and moved a hand to grab the hand tangled in her hair, Claire twisted. Honestly, at the moment, she was just hoping Ava would hurry up and she could get out of this place.

A punch landed at her stomach, and she grunted, bending over as she landed on her hands and knees. Someone kicked at her the moment she heard Ava’s words and she frowned. Lashing out, Claire grabbed the leg, pulled it and swept the legs out from the others before pulling herself up.

“What do you mean the safe may blow up?” She asked into her comms, “Get out of there, meet a block downwards.” She commanded before pulling another arrowhead from her pocket and tossing it to the ground, making a getaway as they were distracted.

[redwidowbites]

The explosion that ripped through the building was impressive. It took out three rooms and a bit of the floor beneath. Claire could feel the heat of it as she ran outside. The scumbags inside felt more than the heat.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” Ava hissed. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.” She wasn’t limping, per se, but she wasn’t running full tilt either.

“Hawkeye?” she said, hauling ass for all she was worth to the rendezvous point. She pressed a finger hard against her comms. “Please confirm you’re not dead.”

[clairebxrtonarchive]

The Diner

Claire yawned as she looked towards the clock on the wallpapered wall. She had over three hours to go before she had a break and her feet already ached. Though that was a normal ache, she decided as her favourite customer came in. It was a young girl with red hair, reminded her a little of her sister, but was nicer. Claire stopped her friend from going over there, shrugging off the unanswered question as to why she would want to do anything while her feet hurt. 

“You again.” She said, as she stood next to the table, a smile on her face, “If I had to guess, I would say that your parents suck at cooking.” She joked as she grabbed her notepad and pen. She gave the girl an expectant look as she waited for her to order. 

[redwidowbites]

Ava clenched her pencil tight, watching Claire and the men carefully. Without taking her eyes off the tableau, she eased her sketchbook back into her bag. She clenched one of her pencils in one hand and a fork in the other.

She slid to the end of the booth, every muscle tensed and ready. A small, distant part of her wanted nothing to happen. For the men to simply order their food and leave. To leave and leave Claire alone. To leave Ava alone.

But it’d been a long time since things went smoothly for Ava. And as much as she hoped, experience told her tonight would be no exception.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

“Two coffees, that’s it.” The taller of the two said, his voice low and his body language threatening.

Claire nodded her head, shooting a quick glance towards Ava’s table, before moving to go get their coffees. She felt completely off about this entire thing, and the fact that the two men kept glancing at their phones and then back up. Still she handed them two cups of coffee, cream on the side before asking, “Anything else I can get you gentlemen?” They gave her a droll look before she turned, completely ready to get back to her conversation with Ava, when she felt one of their hands on her.

She jerked, always hating feeling someone touching her when she wasn’t facing them, and moved to look back. Tall and gruff had grabbed her as short and glare-y pulled something out of his black suit jacket. Claire kicked one leg out and gave a quick shout of “Get down!” before she twisted her body, moving to punch the man who held her.

[redwidowbites]

Ava didn’t get down. She leaped up.

Her pencil flew, and struck glare-y in the temple. In the next beat, Ava practically appeared next to Claire, and jammed her fork in tall and gruff’s hand.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ On the Run || Open ]

[redwidowbites]

Making a face, Ava pulled her phone out, and set it on the table. “Romanoff,” she said, straightening. “Natasha Romanoff. She’s my sister.”

Tense, she watched the other woman carefully. Any opportunity opened, and she’d take it.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

“Romanova?” she said, shock writ plain on her features. “You work for Romanova? Did she send you here after me?”

Something about the girl’s claim was subtly wrong, and it took a moment to spot what it was. Sister. How could Romanova have a sister? The Black Widows were orphans, family-less.

[redwidowbites]

The shock caught Ava as off guard as the other woman. Ava blinked.

“What?” she said. “Dude, I don’t even know you. Look, I did what you asked, so can you not with the gun? I’m still kind of a junior agent and having them pointed at me makes me gotta pee really bad.” 

[clairebxrtonarchive]

The Diner

Claire yawned as she looked towards the clock on the wallpapered wall. She had over three hours to go before she had a break and her feet already ached. Though that was a normal ache, she decided as her favourite customer came in. It was a young girl with red hair, reminded her a little of her sister, but was nicer. Claire stopped her friend from going over there, shrugging off the unanswered question as to why she would want to do anything while her feet hurt. 

“You again.” She said, as she stood next to the table, a smile on her face, “If I had to guess, I would say that your parents suck at cooking.” She joked as she grabbed her notepad and pen. She gave the girl an expectant look as she waited for her to order. 

[redwidowbites]

“Oh, that’s… cool,” Ava said, her eyes lingering on the men in black too.

They zipped back to Claire, and Ava smiled. Awkwardly. “I mean, wait.” She shook her head, placing her hands carefully on the table. “You were a runaway too?” She scrunched up her nose, waving her hand dismissively. “I mean, in addition to the circus thing. How’d you end up in the circus? Hop a train or something?”

She leaned forward, body intent on Claire, but her eyes darted back to the men in black.

[clairebxrtonarchive]

Claire felt her back straighten as the men took a seat not that far away, all her childhood training and a slight maternal feeling to protect Ava screaming at her to get up and take them out. She stomped on it and kept her eyes trained on the girl. 

“Yeah, our parents passed and we went to an orphanage, Bethany and I were marked as high risk kids though, so we probably wouldn’t have been adopted.” She replied, the words tasting like sawdust. It had been a long time since she had admitted those words to anybody. “We just kept running for a - a long time. Felt like a year     ” It had been 10 months, sixteen days and fourteen hours. “We eventually made it to a town where the circus was at and the rest is history.” 

Crappy history. History that stays buried forever. Claire gave Ava a one minute finger and got up, grabbing her pad and pencil. “Hiya gentlemen, I’m Claire and I’ll be your waitress for right now, can I get you anything to start off?” She asked, her voice sugary sweet. Something was going to go down, she just wasn’t sure exactly how. 

[redwidowbites]

Ava clenched her pencil tight, watching Claire and the men carefully. Without taking her eyes off the tableau, she eased her sketchbook back into her bag. She clenched one of her pencils in one hand and a fork in the other.

She slid to the end of the booth, every muscle tensed and ready. A small, distant part of her wanted nothing to happen. For the men to simply order their food and leave. To leave and leave Claire alone. To leave Ava alone.

But it’d been a long time since things went smoothly for Ava. And as much as she hoped, experience told her tonight would be no exception.

[redwidowbites]

“Copy,” Ava said, sliding into the office. “Let me know if we have to leave the dance early.”

It took her less than a minute to suss out the safe’s location. Another half-minute to get it exposed enough for her to work with.

She then spent two minutes just staring at the damn thing.

One thing Hollywood got right about safe-cracking: safes were very specific, and just because a cracker was good at one did not mean he, or she, would be able to crack another.

So, while Ava was correct that she was proficient at this model, the style was a different story. Especially with Claire’s warning about the boom. Plans for a solid cracking came and went as fast as Ava could think them.

The floor beneath Ava shook, breaking her from her quiet inspection of the safe. Reflexively, even though she didn’t have to, she put a hand to her ear. “I felt that up here,” she said. “Still okay down there?”

[clairebxrtonarchive]

The burly man dropped to the ground with a thud, not a loud one but a pretty dust filled one. Still, it didn’t keep anyone from hearing it apparently as at least a dozen of his men came out of the wood work. 

Okay. Claire thought as she twirled on her heels, fist connecting with someone’s face, another person coming up behind her. She kicked out right as the man lifted her, kicking the nearest person in the chest and hitting the man holding her in the face with her head. Not the worst situation she’d ever been in but it wasn’t her favourite. 

“This looks bad.” Claire muttered as she pulled out an arrowhead     explosive    from her pocket and tossed it to the ground. The floor shook and Claire looked out over the dust before moving back into the fight, her breath coming out in short puffs. “Everything’s fine. Fine.” She said into her comms, “Just got a bunch of people trying to kill me. Aka it’s Tuesday.”

[redwidowbites]

“Shitty Tuesday,” Ava replied. Do not get Hawkeye killed, do not get Hawkeye killed. “I think I have an idea on the safe now. I’ll get back to you.”

She peeled off her gloves, the worry of the boom pushed behind her worry for Claire.

“And today in stupid idea theater...” she murmured.

She pressed her hand against the console and started pulsing sparks through it. She’d done this a few times with other locks. She could do this now. She had to. Claire was counting on her.

The lock clicked open.

“Vot eto da!” she cheered. Then, the safe beeped.

“Der’mo,” she said.

Grabbing the contents of the safe quickly, she keyed her comms. “Have contents, but... uh, the safe may or may not blow up. I don’t know how long.” She zapped it again to hopefully stall it.

[redwidowbites]

End of Hiatus

((With some luck, I’ll be back from my hiatus this week. And I hope to take Ava in a growing direction. Over my break, I realized I’ve been playing her safe (i.e. waiting for Marvel Comics to do more with her, so I’ll have a broader character to work with), but I’ll get even more gray hairs waiting on that ship to sail. Time to own my muse and see where we take each other. Should be fun!

Happy New Year everyone!!)

[redwidowbites]

On Hiatus

((Taking a break for a while to recharge my batteries (ha, sparky pun). But when I get back, I’ll definitely be touching bases with some of you new faces who showed up last week.

Everything’s fine, just need to be away from the RP scene for a minute. I’ll announce when I’m back. See you guys on the other side.))

[noworldnomad]

🃏

“Ohmygod- did Natasha do this?”

@redwidowbites

[noworldnomad]

redwidowbites:

“If she did, I’m going to kill her. Personally.” Ava rubbed at her forehead. She was in makeup. Good makeup. And she wore a dress. If any of Natasha’s widow fingers were near this…

Taking her hand away from her face, Ava looked Rikki in the eye. “I have a really good fake ID from SHIELD,” she said. “I will buy us a big, expensive bottle of wine, and then we will pretend this is not a huge trainwreck. Deal?”

“Me and wine goes nowhere good. Buuut…” She smiled sardonically. “Sure. Sure. Bad choices time.”

[redwidowbites]

“Bitchin’,” Ava said. Raising a hand, she made eye contact with one of the staff. “Hey there. We’re ready. Table for two.”

The host nodded, then lead Rikki and Ava to a table where he pulled out both chairs for the girls.

“Someone will be with you shortly,” he said, before disappearing.

The prices and fare were okay. Not dirt cheap, but they weren’t going to eat up all of Rikki’s spare cash either.

“Don’t worry about what to order,” Ava said, eyes flicking across the menu. “I have a Widow credit card. This night’s on her.”

She glanced up. “Seriously. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how- my friend Oksanna talked me into this.”

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ On the Run || Open ]

[redwidowbites]

Ava inhaled and exhaled slowly. Well. This was going to be a thing.

Making sure she moved carefully, so as not to upset the lady with the- yup, metal arm, she walked over to the coffee table. Reaching into her bag, she ever-so-slowly pulled out her padded jacket: white with the look of a modified fencer’s jacket to it. If metal arm woman opened it up, she’d see the modified widow symbol on the front.

Next, came her collapsed, modified foils. Then her for-her-use only sparky gun.

She finished with a few passports, two knives (gifts from Natasha), a lock pick set, and an apple. When Ava’d gotten it earlier, she thought it would be her breakfast. Not so much any more.

“I also have deadly underwear,” she added, keeping her hands in view. “The culmination of many hours lethal butt sweat. Should I add that too?”

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

She watched with interest as the girl unpacked her things, but made no move to shoot; the girl was cooperating and not trying to pull one over on her, so she had no incentive to attack. The weapons were unusual, though she had to wonder what exactly the apple was capable of.

The girl’s comment earned her a scowl. “That’s not an answer,” she said, her voice flat. Then, changing tactics, she asked, “Who is this mysterious coworker? Enough beating around the bush – I want a name.”

The girl didn’t seem to recognize her; that at least was a stroke of luck. If she did, she might call– Ah, that was one thing she’d missed. “Put your phone by the table, too,” she said.

[redwidowbites]

Making a face, Ava pulled her phone out, and set it on the table. “Romanoff,” she said, straightening. “Natasha Romanoff. She’s my sister.”

Tense, she watched the other woman carefully. Any opportunity opened, and she’d take it.

[noworldnomad]

🃏

“Ohmygod- did Natasha do this?”

@redwidowbites

[redwidowbites]

“If she did, I’m going to kill her. Personally.” Ava rubbed at her forehead. She was in makeup. Good makeup. And she wore a dress. If any of Natasha’s widow fingers were near this...

Taking her hand away from her face, Ava looked Rikki in the eye. “I have a really good fake ID from SHIELD,” she said. “I will buy us a big, expensive bottle of wine, and then we will pretend this is not a huge trainwreck. Deal?”

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ On the Run || Open ]

[redwidowbites]

Ava flinched at the Russian. Her eyes widened at the English. Especially since it didn’t have any of the Russian in it. Yeesh, even she had a little accent, and she’d been bilingual since she was nine.

Who was this lady?

“That’s kind of complicated,” she said, stalling, trying to find an opening. There had to be some way to get around a gun aimed at her from point blank range. “Because technically I’m still in training, and not supposed to be out here. But there’s all these extenuating circumstances, and I work with someone with major trust issues, so I guess I work for her? Maybe?”

She glanced again into the gloom, her eyes adjusting to the dark, starting to make out features, and the subtle glint off one limb…

“I mean, if you wanna see my ten-ninety-nine, you can go through my bag,” she glanced down to indicate the travel bag by her foot.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

“It’s not a hard question,” she said, unimpressed by the girl’s explanation. “Who do you work for? SHIELD? HYDRA?” Though those were one in the same, as far as she was concerned. “KGB, CIA, MI6, the US Postal Service – you said you’re working for someone right now. Who is it?”

Who was this girl? She was Russian, or had been – that was obvious from her voice. Her mind kept flashing back to the young Black Widows, but with her head full of so many echos, that was unsurprising.

“I don’t want to see your ten-ninety-nine. I want you to disarm. All your weapons – pile them by that table.” She indicated the coffee table with a jerk of her head. Her voice was firm when she added, “If you try to attack, I’ll kill you.”

[redwidowbites]

Ava inhaled and exhaled slowly. Well. This was going to be a thing.

Making sure she moved carefully, so as not to upset the lady with the- yup, metal arm, she walked over to the coffee table. Reaching into her bag, she ever-so-slowly pulled out her padded jacket: white with the look of a modified fencer’s jacket to it. If metal arm woman opened it up, she’d see the modified widow symbol on the front.

Next, came her collapsed, modified foils. Then her for-her-use only sparky gun.

She finished with a few passports, two knives (gifts from Natasha), a lock pick set, and an apple. When Ava’d gotten it earlier, she thought it would be her breakfast. Not so much any more.

“I also have deadly underwear,” she added, keeping her hands in view. “The culmination of many hours lethal butt sweat. Should I add that too?”

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ On the Run || Open ]

[redwidowbites]

Ava tensed, hands up and visible. She held the key in her right. She could feel the proximity of the gun pointed at her.

“Der’mo,” she hissed.

She chanced a sideways look. Too dark. But she could see a female shape holding a gun shape. And it wasn’t Natasha. So that was all good. Because, hey, she didn’t flunk a test. But now she was going to die, maybe. And that was not so good.

Licking her lips, she said, “Sorry. Is this place taken? I can come back when it’s free.”

Get gun person talking, Ava thought. She hasn’t shot me yet, so maybe she doesn’t want me dead. And if she does… I’ll deal with that soon enough.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

Her aim didn’t waver, though her finger wasn’t resting on the trigger. There was a protocol about children, wasn’t there? But then, this girl wasn’t really a child; she was young, but clearly a teenager. Old enough to have completed a mission, were she a Black Widow.

“Dlya kogo vy rabotayete?“ she demanded. Then she grimaced and tried again, this time speaking in English, her voice rough from disuse.

“Who do you work for?”

[redwidowbites]

Ava flinched at the Russian. Her eyes widened at the English. Especially since it didn’t have any of the Russian in it. Yeesh, even she had a little accent, and she’d been bilingual since she was nine.

Who was this lady?

“That’s kind of complicated,” she said, stalling, trying to find an opening. There had to be some way to get around a gun aimed at her from point blank range. “Because technically I’m still in training, and not supposed to be out here. But there’s all these extenuating circumstances, and I work with someone with major trust issues, so I guess I work for her? Maybe?”

She glanced again into the gloom, her eyes adjusting to the dark, starting to make out features, and the subtle glint off one limb...

“I mean, if you wanna see my ten-ninety-nine, you can go through my bag,” she glanced down to indicate the travel bag by her foot.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ On the Run || Open ]

[redwidowbites]

Ava dragged ass as she approached the safe house. It had been a long thirty-six hours, and in lieu of her bed back home, this would have to do. Natasha had vouched for it.

Blearily, she made it up the walk before stopping. Was that a…

She bent down, squinting at the trip wire.

“The hell..?” she muttered. Had Tasha mentioned trips? Ava couldn’t remember. Her brain was too foggy.

Taking a breath, she tread carefully. Which was just as well. She found more trips and alerts on the way to the front door. She even managed to get around them. Save one.

Not that she caught the trip she missed. By the time she was at the front door, her nerves were so jangled she would’ve missed a bomb going off near her head.

Were these further tests? Another series of checks to make sure her little sestra was up for the spy world? Der’mo, Tasha! Weren’t they past this already?

Ava took a nervous breath, and pulled the key from the place she remembered Natasha telling her about. She slid it in the lock. She paused. Debated pulling out her spark gun. Decided if this was a test, she’d fail with her bare hands.

Ava unlocked the bolt and opened the door.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

She had flicked the light off and snapped her arm shut when she heard the footsteps outside. Now she was pressed to the wall behind the door with her gun in her hand, waiting for the intruder to enter.

Maybe it was the person who used this safehouse – or maybe it was HYDRA. Either way, she wasn’t going to make herself an easy target.

She held still as the door opened and watched through the hinges as a red-haired woman – no, a girl – entered. She was almost familiar, somehow. The girl didn’t set the alarms in her head screaming like HYDRA agents she’d recognized; this was hazier, like an echo of a ghost, foggy and insubstantial. A past mission? A briefing? HYDRA’s files? The SHIELD files Romanova had set loose–

Romanova. Yes. This was – no, but this wasn’t Romanova. She was too young to be Romanova, but there was something, a memory… But no. It didn’t matter who the girl was or who she resembled. She was in the room, which made her a threat.

She kicked the door closed, her gun aimed at the girl’s head. “Stop,” she said.

[redwidowbites]

Ava tensed, hands up and visible. She held the key in her right. She could feel the proximity of the gun pointed at her.

“Der’mo,” she hissed.

She chanced a sideways look. Too dark. But she could see a female shape holding a gun shape. And it wasn’t Natasha. So that was all good. Because, hey, she didn’t flunk a test. But now she was going to die, maybe. And that was not so good.

Licking her lips, she said, “Sorry. Is this place taken? I can come back when it’s free.”

Get gun person talking, Ava thought. She hasn’t shot me yet, so maybe she doesn’t want me dead. And if she does... I’ll deal with that soon enough.