A dark cloaked figure stood upright looking dead on towards the business end of a crossbow three feet away. Alexis had been swayed to open the door to the snow-haired woman with the promise of some chempacks. It was a filthy habit, and eventually her downfall, but she needed something to get by the days. Just something to delay the day she'd put a bullet in her head. The gas mask was a banal sight, but the fact that she didn't take it off unsettled her. Her outfit looked tactical, and her gun was very visible. It sounded like she would have the good stuff. Maybe even purer than the crap she'd get from the toilet "chemists".<br/><br/>Alexis finally broke the muffled sounds of moans and muffled thumps from the above rooms. "<i>Throw it on the bed, the iron. Your promises are as good to me as a bottle full of sand. Throw the gun onto the bed, now.</i>" Her arms trembled slightly, both from fatigue and anxiety. The last time she pulled a trigger she was aiming at a rat, not a person.<br/><br/>A muffled "<i>... room service</i>" from behind her door broke the ensuing "silence" again. Alexis widened her eyes, and gazed at her guest to try and gauge any possible hint of surprise from beyond her gas mask. "<i>Expecting someone else?</i>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>