Revy scowled. Not that this was unusual - it was her equivalent of a blank stare. Belle's comment caused her to scoff, but she was too annoyed by her partners' embrace to make any return quip. "Dumbass sluts," she muttered. They were always touching and caressing and holding each other.<em>Slaves to their cunts.</em>Revy didn't hate them - in fact, they were two of the least unacceptable people she had met in her life. That didn't stop her from finding things to hate about them, though.<br/><br/>As usual, Revy didn't have a significant idea of what their current mission was. She rarely cared enough to find out, even though either of them probably would have readily told her. All Revy was interested in was who she was allowed to maim and/or kill by any available means. At the moment, that was no one. Revy was exceptionally bored right now.<br/><br/>She sat on one crate, with one foot propped up on another, smaller crate, and one on the ground. She felt the air - maybe her position had exposed her crotch. Not particularly interested in whether or not she really was, Revy leaned back and pulled out one of her pistols, staring at the engraving.