Marianne shot a bullet, sending it flying over your head for what you suggested. That you, god forbid, work together, to get out of here.

It was a win-win. You both make it out alive, and Marianne can try to kill you later without dying herself. But SOMEONE had their own ideas. "I can just let this do my job for me, and I'll get paid either way. Why should I spare you?"

Her cold, calculating, green eyes bored holes into yours. Why should she help you? And in turn, accept yours?