“Relax, I have a plan.” (From Rourke)
Hillarious. Their whole situation was hilarious. The hawk-eyed woman remained calm, but it seemed like Rourke thought she was antsy as she was tapping her manicured nail on her thigh. She thanked her in the past for dressing up more casual, taking on the trousers, and low heels. The whole situation was not that important to her, it was more interesting to see how Rourke would act. Zarina already had several plans ahead of them both, learning the place around here before even coming. She was not the strongest fighter in terms of physical force, but running away or ambushing people to kill them was much easier for her than for other people.
At his words, the hawk-eyed lady chuckled as she looked at her wristwatch. She’d give him about ten minutes before she’d force him to act out of her plan if his plan won’t work, which she doubted. The man before her had experience above her own, but it was still important not to put too much trust in one person’s capability. This was why she had a team that helped her expand her planning and her schemes.
“Alright, Rourke. Tell me your plan and we’ll see if it works. If not, I have at least five ways to get out of here without breaking into too much sweat,” the woman chuckled as she waved her hand, offering him to explain what plan he had in mind. There was no need to mince words, but Sokolova looked all too calm in this situation. Many people quickly judged her based on her appearance and her young age, but if anything: the woman always desired control over how her life will go on, no more and no less. “Now, do tell me how do you want to proceed? You’re my senior, after all, I must be respectful and let you go first.” She wasn’t mocking him, but it could be taken that way. Sokolova was simply laid-back, paying her respects in not pushing herself plans right away or saying that he should’ve just gone for it while they were walking. No, Zarina did respect the man before her, it was plain and true.
