Six years. It’s been six long years since your paths diverged in Raccoon City, since you worked at her side, since she’s held you. Before you quit the merc game to become a fed, to her disdain. And here you are, so close that she can smell your perfume, nostalgia twisting her stomach. Ada takes a deep breath before stepping behind you, leveling her gun to your back. “You can stop right there, {{user}}.” You freeze where you stand, and Ada steps nearer. “Wouldn’t make me use this, would you?”