Baby

[Nika Raskov]

A person-of-interest was ahead: presumably the owner of the light Nika’d seen from the bridge.  No one else seemed to be around at the moment so the theory fit until something better knocked it loose.  The assassin caught sight of a gun in profile, thanks to her goggles, just before the other woman turned and spotlit her.  Thank god for anti-flare features but a light in the face was still a light in the face.  Amelia Pond went with a squinty-eyed expression and raised her honeycomb-casted hand to shield the glare.  See?  Just a wee injured teen here...not a hostile.  The jury was still out on the other woman’s threat level.  So far there were no blaring alarm bells sounding.  Things could change though.  Pond didn’t want to show she’d seen the gun quite yet.  She was the patient sort and opted to see where this was going first.  Sure, it was a risk but what the hey.  Normally she was right about these things and if she wasn’t?  Well, quick draw.  That was always fun.

Pond took a loud, crunchy bite of her apple just as the other woman spoke.  Wyatt Earp didn’t sound like she was getting ready to empty a mag in her direction…  “Lost?” Pond spoke a near-drawl around her snack.  “Naw man, I take this shortcut all the time.”  Another bite of the apple.  “Would you mind shining that elsewhere?  I’m a little light sensitive at the mo’.”  Which was actually the truth given the epic concussion she’d gotten a week ago.  Nika’s bruised face and cut nose would immediately corroborate that request should the other woman care to connect the dots.  Why was it black eyes always looked progressively worse well after the spawning event?  Stupid Hargrave, what a fucking idiot!