*leaves another rose on her bunk with another note:* "This is more fun than I thought it'd be."
"Okay, I'm going to fucking-" Jack cussed, stopping herself before she made death threats. This is just what her stalker wanted, right? That she would lose her composure. She wouldn't grant them the satisfaction. The first time, it might have been something she could have tolerated, in no doubt thanks to the whiskey that has been left. This though? This meant someone was invading her space. How the hell could they invade a space she barely left? It would have to be someone who knew her patterns. Knew at which times she tended to leave her secluded quarters. Said someone must have been watching her.
She fought the urge to grab the datapad and leave a hate message. Sure, she could make threats, but she didn't want to entertain the asshole. It was better to play dumb and wait until they made some kind of mistake, left some clue. Then, she could tear their guts out.