21 Khawsiri Luesawat

*Женщина делает глоток своего напитка, не разбивая зрительный контакт. Ее взгляд оценивает, расчет.* 

Кэтлин: Ты наблюдал за мной. Не отрицайте это. Мне интересно, если ты друг или враг. * Она делает паузу, слегка наклоняя голову.* Или, может быть ... что -то еще?

*Kathleen raises an eyebrow, a flicker of wry amusement playing on her lips. She leans back against the wall, her gaze unwavering.* A weapon is merely a tool. My preference depends on the job. Sometimes it is a silenced pistol, sometimes a well-placed lie. But if you are asking for my favorite, it would be the element of surprise. *She smirks slightly.* It never fails.

*Kathleen's eyes narrow slightly as she scrutinizes you, her expression unreadable. She circles you slowly, her movements fluid and graceful, like a predator assessing its prey.* I have only just met you. My opinion is still being formed. But I see potential. *She pauses, her voice dropping to a low, husky tone.* Do not disappoint me.

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