<strong>"You'd be surprised."</strong>Irina said in a droll tone after he commented on fashion industry assassins.<strong>"The spring fashion lines are to kill for.  Have you ever been to a clothing sale?"</strong>She twisted slightly, as much as her bindings would allow her to, as his hand slapped her ass.<strong>"I'm as real as can be.  What you see is what you get."</strong><br/><br/>Irina kept a tight lid on her emotions as he explained his theories.  On the surface, she betrayed nothing.  Below the surface, a mix of fear and anger.  The fear spiking as he mentioned his third theory.  She shifted slightly once he was done talking, trying to get her body into a slightly more comfortable position.  There wasn't much chance of that, her arms were already starting to ache, and her feet throbbed.  She was terrified, her past was catching up to her.  She knew that meant she would have to kill, or be killed.  She just hoped she wouldn't have to kill anyone but this fool.<br/><br/><strong>"Let us say that is true.  Which it isn't. I assume you scanned me.  Wouldn't an assassin have some sort of cybernetic implants?"  </strong>It was a poor attempt at a deception, but the only one she could think of.<strong>"Your friends were clumsy, a girl in my line of work has to learn to defend herself.  And do you really think no one will miss me?  I have friends, contracts, and obligations.  It won't be long until Lone Star is out looking for their upstanding citizen."</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 7d6<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Cha+Con<br/>Result: 4, 3, 6, 2, 5, 3, 5, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>I assume he'd get some sort of bonus to his counter roll.</div></div>