With a murderous look in his dull, grey eyes he studied her expression carefully not saying a word in response to her. Every detail written on her face was taken in carefully, the displeased look, the way she crossed her arms.  His own expression remained emotionless and detached just as it always was whenever he had his mind set on killing someone. Some of his stubbornness showed through a bit as well as one track mind in that gaze. He kept his gun aimed at her even after she swatted it away so boldly. The way she spoke of her past told him that she was definitely someone with something to hide and wondered how long it would be before she gave up the location of that jewelry box. From what she told him it sounded like she didnâ€™t have it but somehow he was not convinced.<br/><br/>Killing her would be easy; all he had to do was pull the trigger. Every part of him was ready to do just that and put an end to her miserable life but he needed the location of that package. If she even had it at all that is. He was probably going to have to dig deep to search for it. Then again for all he knew she was just telling him she was unaware of what the package contained to save her own ass. Or maybe she knew what was coming to herâ€¦<br/><br/>The kitten continued to stand by the woman protectively, fur all fluffed out and hissing at him, but even then as annoying as it was he really didnâ€™t want to harm it. Maybe he should have left it in the bathroom after all, he wondered to himself. The two were a perfect match for each other in the sense that they shared the same amount of bravery when staring death in the eye. He wondered if he should give the woman a reason to be afraid of him and wipe that look off her face. It was tempting; he even cracked a small, sadistic grin at the thought as his mind went through a few possibilities on how he was going to do just that. But harming the kitten was out of the question because he simply loved animals too much and was against any kind of animal cruelty.<br/><br/>He suddenly shot at the bed, next to the kitten. The animal immediately darted out of the room like it had been lit on fire and he turned his attention back to the woman. Straightening his posture, he pointed his gun at her again, smirking. This, from what he gathered, was not only a woman who seemed to have changed her identity but he assumed that her past has made her almost numb to the sight of a gun in her face. So instead of shooting her he jumped on the bed and pinned her down. He placed his hands around her throat firmly but not quite enough force to strangle her, he knew what he was doing, â€œDo share what else you know about this package,â€ he said softly,  finally, in a cold tone. â€œYou have exactly five seconds to tell me where it is.â€