“Neither did you.” She retorted, on guard instantly. Chocolate eyes search until they find a glimmer of of gold hair. “What are you doing here?” She asked, hand going to her gun.
She didn’t trust this woman, didn’t like the situation that she was being forced into.
A heartbeat, and the gun didn’t raise. If she was going to kill you, Wilson, she would’ve already. The gun ain’t gonna help your sorry ass if she bites.
“What should I call you?”
”I am very resilient,” is the smug reply words thick with her russian accent. Blue eyes flicker to the gun, then up to the chocolate woman’s eyes. Her face takes on an expression that dares Sam to draw her gun. It would be the last thing the black woman did.
They wait, both of them for several moments. Masha to see if Wilson will draw the gun. She cannot say what Wilson is waiting for. “The man on the bridge - I knew him. I saved him. I am here because of him. You tell him I was here.”
She doesn’t want to talk. Doesn’t want to give a name. Sam is just a means to an end. The man with the star on his chest, he had been looking for her. Now he’d have a trail to follow.
“Thank you~” She spoke softly. “For saving him, for not killing me.” She took a step forward, hands open, palm up at her side. “Buck misses you. He’ll be glad to know you’re around."
She pulled a card from her pocket, slowly and flicked it at the blonde, knowing she’d catch it. "If you need a place to stay, recoup, you..” Its hard to get this out. “You’re welcome in my home, that’s my address and phone number.”
