"We both know that you're not going to kill me. If you were, you would've already taken the shot. But you need me alive." I choose not to respond knowing that regardless of what I say or don't she's already proved her point. If I was here to kill her, she would've been dead the moment I activated the EMP.
"If you really think the possibility of being shot and killed with my own gun scares me, then you're in for a world of hurt. I hate to break it to you, but I've had enough guns in my face over the years that I no longer fear them." The woman states, as she walks towards the far side of the room to pour herself a drink. She opens the mini fridge and pulls out a tiny bottle of vodka before downing it straight.
"Ahhh." She remarks as the liquid burns her throat.
"Do you want one?" She ask
