"Are you hungry, bitch? I'll feed you a bullet!" Revy was not amused by Belle's flippant invasion of her personal bubble. To put it simply, she didn't like to be touched - by anyone. In a more private setting she might have admitted that where she grew up, a deliberate touch was a direct threat of violence, and in her case, rape usually. Being how she was, Revy had managed to at minimum severely mangle anyone that had ever tried. Most of them were dead.<br/><br/>The gunrunner - Allia? - was going to leave them alone now. Revy much preferred the dynamic of three; there was always one to temper the two. Revy felt a distinct loyalty to Belle, as she was where the paychecks came from, but that wouldn't stop Revy from protecting herself. Her skills with a gun were far too valuable for her to go long without a job. This job was a lot easier on her ammunition budget, of course, but personal comfort came first. She eyed Belle quite warily, gun still in hand, as Belle approached her.