"Hello to you too, 36" Dannie smiled, "I would like to know your name. But no bull. I'm too tired for that. Unfortunately I can't be as," she paused searching for the right word,"forgiving, as yesterday." Her bosses wanted to see results they got results, or she got punished. After the past day's encounter she'd gotten a slight read on his emotional status and concluded that he can control what he does. "I'm tired, you're stubborn. I'm not asking for you to trust me immediately but for our arrangement to work, we need to work together. I need results, you crave freedom. Because the thing is if I die, you die. There are ways to end a life without taking a life." Dani got closer to the man "You dont seem to understand the depth of the situation, so let me let me spell it out. If I can't get your real first name, your real age, and a basic summary, again no bullshit, of what made you like this. This crazy daredevil with a seeming death wish, we are both screwed. If you do answer my question you get to me one personal question." Stopping to calm down she calmed herself slightly. "I do what I do to help. I know your type. The person who thinks I'm crazy, that they can play me. That if I don't listen to their every word they will kill me anyway. I know things about you that you probably don't know about yourself." Dani felt her head tilting, anger and adrenaline spiking, small cues to what she really was coming through<span style="font-style: italic">'Not now. Not now. Two more minutes'</span>"Do you wanna play with me? We can play jumprope or doctor or even" She lent in his ear "Or even the Game of Life" Dannie's features went back to normal and she went back to her spot across the room.