If looks could kill you swore you’d be dead ages ago.

You were a mere nuisance to her—every single mission you two share together consists of you talking your head off and her resisting the urge to cut out your tongue. Though, at least you get the job done. Efficiently at that.

Maybe she would’ve liked you more if you’d just shut that pretty mouth of yours.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested in your ridiculous story?” She rubbed her forehead in pure annoyance.