As if she didnât already know that. Lara remained tense as the other woman brushed past her, amber hues never leaving her form. Trust was not something that came easily to the archaeologist anymore; their unity in the battle just moments prior was one of convenience -- and necessity. She knew the allegiance of the men they had just killed all too well... Trinity. And, naturally, they pinged the mysterious third party as an ally of Laraâs.
There wasnât exactly time to sort that out before gunshots started flying. But, in the aftermath, she could finally take the time to discern the other womanâs intent. She mentioned treasure... which meant that Lara and Trinity werenât the only ones to set their eyes on this region. But, who did she work for? It couldnât be Trinity... Her experience was clear, too. Was she a freelance treasure hunter, like Roth?Â
With some hesitation, Lara holstered the pistol in her hand, the humid atmosphere of the jungles of Southeast Mexico clinging to her scuffed, dirtied flesh like sap. Hundreds of years ago, the Aztec Empire dominated the region, and she could only imagine what lost relics and secrets were left behind... There was one in particular she had come across in her research; something that Trinity no doubt wanted to find first. She wondered if her temporary ally sought something similar.
âYouâre a treasure hunter, then..?â Lara began, one hand lightly clutching her waist -- both to soothe the dull pain there, and to keep her hand closer to her gun, if necessary. Though she had learned much from Conrad Roth, a self-proclaimed âtreasure hunter,â the archaeologist didnât consider herself one. Preserving the knowledge of the past, sharing it with the world... that was her aim, not simple monetary gain. âWhat exactly are you hoping to find? The Aztec were a practical people. Agriculture, tools, clothing... They didnât create much out of gold or gemstones.â