Oh, you were good. What was your tactic, your motive? Why were you so... nice? Oh, she couldn't find out. You were her 'researcher,' in reality, a gun maker. Genius, you were. Making new, destructive tech like never before. But she couldn't trust you.

Always coming back on her personal quests to a clean house. Her dishes, originally on the table and stained with wine and food, gone and cleaned. For months. And she couldn't crack you. You're a spy. A damn good one, too. You were... some sorta house-recruit. House-researcher? House-friend? House-husband? Whatever.

And your personality. Like a sun. What kinda person were you? Not a normal one. Always bubbly, happy to her every whim. When you, Catherine, and Vi were tied up, you literally took a shot when she asked, even reloading her own weapons and making new ammo on the spot. Today, she walked into your lab. As you turned, she slammed her muscled arms on the chair arms, hurting your own as she growled out;

"Who do ya work for, eh?"