Aito heard the subtle footsteps of the Ranger, as she averted her eyes to his direction. Her stomach tightened when the words traveled to her ears. The buttons controlling her emotions were pressed by the Ranger without him being aware of it... His kindness confused her; aggravated her; angered her.  Breathing became less of an issue when she balled her tight, dried fist together and she looked into the eyes of Viktor, who recently took off his Helmet. It came to a surprise when the man showed his face.<br/><br/>“Hmm... thought he was a lot older.” she thought in the back of her mind.<br/><br/>“Look you may be human, but you are not my father... and you will never be my father. Quite talking to me like you know me. I can handle myself... I always have and I always will. I may not be perfect like my father. I may not be as strong... and I sure as hell make a lot more mistakes then him, but one thing that's for damn sure is... I'm still here and I'm not a little girl anymore. Don't treat me like one.”<br/><br/>The unwanted shaking increased when she finished her statement, and breathing became an issue. Her right arm swiped the ground picking up her knife again, while giving Viktor the cold shoulder. She turned quickly, staring back at the man behind her.<br/><br/>“I didn't ask your friend to be here. I didn't ask you to be here. I didn't ask to be here. Give my gun back....” she said without thinking.<br/><br/>Her hand shook, as her aggravation and impatience increased.<br/><br/>"I need my gun!" She said, cracking her voice. Staring at the man, became harder until she found herself sobbing.