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“Fire doesn’t scare girls like me, Captain Rogers,” she said bitterly before pulling up a mask that covered her from neck to nose, giving her some sense of anonymity. “But this wreaks of Hydra trap and I know because I’ve set up plenty before,” she said, taking in the building before them. She’d abandon him if things went south, but she was meant to. Hydra would want him captured, but her they’d want dead, and dead was not something she wanted to be. No one liked a traitor.

“You think I don’t?” she asked Christoph seriously, her brows furrowing. Normally his questions were some that were either easily dispelled or something that sent her spiraling into anger, but this... This was something that she thought he’d never have to question. “Because why?” she asked trying not to let the power coiling up inside of her to overwhelm her and soothe him unnaturally.

“You think I ask?” Lina said dryly (it seemed the Ukrainian was rather fluent in sarcasm), twisting and errant curl around her finger. She had been tired of all the whispers behind her back, but being forced to spend time with Cordelia because their respective husbands were better looking than they were smart. Lina was however smarter than either of them had been and quickly moved pull bobby pins from her bag and began to pick the lock. “They are idiot.”

“All things stop, and go, and change,” she said giving a light shrug as her face warmed with a bit of smugness. “You’re him aren’t you?” she said looking over his expensive suit and clean appearance. “Malcolm Bright,” she said turning to look at him properly. “I’m Lina Kozak,” she said, holding out her hand in a sharp motion for him to shake. “Well, Magdalina Veselov, but I won’t go around calling you by your unwanted name if you’ll do the same,” she suggested. She was aware enough of who he was, it was hard to hide when your father had a reputation, she understood that. Still she couldn’t stop herself from saying. “Nice to meet someone who’s father is as messed up as mine. Sociopath, Narcissist, and murderer. It’s a small club.”

“Have you hit your head, Ma vhenan? When have I ever not worried for you?” She asked, nearly angry, as she sat with her around the campfire. They’d been in Haven less than a week when it was attacked and only through the leadership’s insistence had any of them made it out alive. They’d been walking all day, If Llnithal was tired and her light feet kept her out of the soft packed top layer of snow, then how would she ever not worry for Cordelia who had to trudge through it. “Please, just take the extra blanket. It cost me huge favor to acquire,” she said insistently. She nearly missed the filthy warmth of Kirkwall herself, nearly. But at least here they were treated with respect.

“No, you hurt her.” She didn’t care if they’d both called it an accident. She’d kill Joseph for it if she could. Even if she seemed half crazy at the moment. She hadn’t been sleeping well and so what. She refused to sit by and see Lila hurt even by accident, it was enough. Lila and Michael deserved better than this idiot.