❛❛ i have no intention of hurting you. ❜❜
“And I have no intention of hurting you either.” Lyra blinked at the male, tilting her head carefully as she scrutinized the other, squatting in her chair calmly, as though the other wasn’t holding a gun at her temple. Guns were nothing to be afraid of, and neither was death. It was something that came and went as quickly as a snap of a finger, and Lyra had no opinions or fears if it should be her time to leave this world. But of course, the only disgruntled thing that she would feel perhaps–would be the fact that she hadn’t managed to fight everything all out with the male.
Yet.
Even worse still, she wasn’t dressed in the most optimal dressings for assassination and killing, and she couldn’t get a read on the man. Not being able to read his body language meant that Lyra didn’t know if he perceived her as a civilian or a hitman, and boy–did Lyra not want to give away her dual identity whilst dressed in her casual clothes. To make things even worse, she was wearing her favourite cashmere sweater. As much as Lyra felt indifference about killing someone, she desperately wanted to avoid having to live with trying to rid her favourite piece of clothing from all the fresh bloodstains that would line its hems from a potential scuffle.
So–she put her hands up, extending one in a form of a handshake. A simple solution to all her problems would be for Lyra to act as a civilian all the way through, though there were some doubts about the way she functioned, moved and sat on things.
“So...friends?” Most people would be thoroughly taken aback by the utter frankness and easygoing personality of the young woman, tilting her head slightly at an angle, eyes bright but intrigued. Who in the right mind would actually ask someone that they had been wary of just moments before for friendship? Probably only Lyra.