<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice smiled when Peter pulled her closer. That felt good, even if she wanted to scold him for pulling her against his ribs. This time, she didn't. Resting her hand on the back pocket of his pants, she laughed as he spoke. Of all those comments, the only one to ring true was the one referring to the chance of them not being able to leave the bed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Okay, if we last through tonight, I will happily file this report. You can wait on the edge of your seat."</span> It was clear she was being ironic, but it was more of a friendly banter than actual sarcasm. Shaking her head, Alice pinched Peter's butt, keeping an innocent expression.<br/><br/>The policewoman turned serious when Peter offered to help with the injured. She didn't even blink. It was obvious she was willing to help as much as she could. It didn't even cross her mind to complain about Peter not having consulted her on it. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I second that, Serge"</span>, she completed. <span style="color: #4040FF">"We just need a quick break, but that should last only for as long as it takes to bring people up here. I have no medical training, naturally, but I can help with triage and first aid."</span><br/><br/>She looked at Peter with a reassuring smile, silently telling him she wasn't mad at him. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I'm not squeamish about seeing blood either. So, if you can use an extra pair of hands, I'm all for it."</span></div>