<div style="text-align: justify">Mallory did not flinch when Connor began to walk towards her, but to say his movement was left without a reaction from the female's side would be an understatement: she did indeed move, though barely and in ways visible only to a cautious eye. One leg slid in front of the other, weight was put on the hind one, knees slightly bent, shoulders rolling freely. It was the calm before the storm. Mallory was not going to have herself killed without a fight, that was sure - and not by a bunch of never-do-well rebels who, in her eyes, could not even agree to a delicious offer she was giving them on a silver plate. She watched the man like a hawk, her dark eyes, surrounded by even darker circles rendering her face looking like a skull almost, glowing in the dusk-like light of the pub. Her upper lip rolled up, much like a dog's, baring teeth.<br/>
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He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and Mallory relaxed; militia could have been rabid dogs... But there was a good bite to their jaws. In rebels' case, it was all bark and no bite, something that kept with them like a bad omen, the ultimate foil to all of their plans. They were too soft. Mallory smirked close to Connor's face, but he was already looking away, towards the young girl who spoke earlier. Without noticing it, Mallory looked towards the younger female as well. Something was off about her. She was within her people, but did not seem at home. The militia member furrowed her brows, but said nothing.<br/>
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"Let me stop you right there." Mallory spoke only when Connor began mentioning plans. Her voice was calm, but as she continued to use her words, her hand creeped onto Connor's one, still grasping and clutching onto the front of her shirt. Her knuckles seemed almost sickeningly white when her fingers wrapped around Connor's wrist. "Make plans on your terms? So, what, the last step is everyone dying?" Mallory tossed her head back and laughed loudly. It sounded more like a series of barks than actual human laughter. "Don't be ridiculous. You'll just keep sending your little lovelies to certain death. I know it comes easy-" Mallory smiled at Connor and began to pry his fingers as she spoke. "-but it really isn't going to help any."<br/>
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His grip ceased before she could free herself. Mallory took a step back and looked at Connor's face, her own features showing seriousness once again. She listened to Connor and her dark eyes once again found the more svelte frame of the younger, short-haired female, this time really drilling into her skull. Finally, she shrugged. "Coming here was far from being a pleasure, so I don't care which one of you and where will be in contact. But-" She smirked, her eyes remaining emotionless. "-I will say I am glad it is someone whom I have met before. Isn't that right?"<br/>
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Mallory did not wait for anyone else to speak or move. She took a few long strides towards the exit, stopping there for a moment with her hand on the door handle. "Names are rather important. You will see. Be sure that I remember yours.. And so does Victor." Mallory murmured, perhaps more to herself, then looked around her shoulder. "You. Come." She demanded from the other female, walking out. It was raining, but Mallory welcomed the cold drops on her sickeningly white skin as she walked slightly to the side of the entrance to the pub and relaxed against the wall, arms crossed on her chest.​</div>