<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 sighed as Peter walked off with Maria. She had a worried expression, and it didn't change when they got out of her sight and she turned to Serge. The policewoman took a deep breath and paced around a little.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I know you don't trust me, Serge. I wouldn't trust me either in your place"</span>.  She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. <span style="color: #4040FF">"But I'm not the bad guy, Serge. I may be on the side you consider bad, but I'm not."</span><br/><br/>She looked nervous and distressed, probably still from the events on the sole.<span style="color: #4040FF"> "I care about that son of a bitch, and I care about everyone else here, too"</span>. Alice pondered for a minute if she should mention that her family had all been miners, but she changed her mind. It was too personal, and she didn't share a connection with Serge yet. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I care more than you could imagine, I swear my intention is not to hurt these people here."</span> If Serge was good at reading people, he would be able to see she was being honest.<br/><br/>She had just opened her mouth to say something else when Peter returned. With a somewhat forced smile, Alice walked to him and held his hand. <span style="color: #4040FF">"So, are you gonna survive a full night with me, or should I prepare to file a report on your sad and untimely passing?"</span></div>