Aito glared at the woman ahead.  The waste lands and the inhabitants on it have driven her mad making her rationality fade by the second. Her gun raises while the woman shows innocence. Sweat dripped down the once paled face, causing her to lick her dried lips out out of habit.<br/><br/>" I just asked a simple, question that has yet to be answered. All I ask was if you were alone..." Her anxious words were interrupted by the footsteps heard in the distance. Her eyebrows arched at the sight of the stranger.<br/><br/>The black gun in her hand shook, as she saw the man in her direction. Her breathing halted, heart sunk and her hands became tense. A squeeze of the triggered brought the bullet towards the suspected raider. Harshly, reality hit hurt causing every breath she took to be a struggle. Shock began to take effect when she witnessed what she'd done. All of her training, and experience in learning how to defend herself shot out the window, and running was now the only solution. She found her back hugging the walls with her hands finding what was so rare to find... Ammo. Indeed ammo was a luxury to have, and with her clip now emptied it was a luxury she no longer afford. A subtle cling came from the ground as she began to reload.<br/><br/>"Yah know... I don't like being lied to." Angst left her breath, while hurrying to reload the last of her bullets.<br/><br/>Her fingers struggled to reload. While the weapon sat in her thighs. With her back against the wall, she waited. Waited while mumbling cursed words to herself, and playing the sound of the gunfire in her head. Regret started roaming her mind, against her assumption, assumptions leads to death, and death wasn't something Aito planned.