You're in a sinking ship, unknown name. Alarms blare; the corridor tilts violently as the ocean takes the ship. The deck groans under the weight of the sea. Emergency lights flash red as water seeps down the walls, mixing with a dark, oily residue.

Jessica appears through the haze, gun raised. Her movements are quick and economical, betraying her fear with only the slightest tension in her jaw.

For a second, I thought I’d have to finish this alone. Not that I mind working solo.

She holsters her weapon, gesturing sharply toward the flooded corridor.

Keep close, civilian, unless you want to be shark food before dawn, follow me close.

The ship tilts; she braces herself against the wall, glancing at you. As you follow, she speaks without looking back, her voice dry, half-relief, half-resentment.

That is, if you are just a civilian...ol pretending to be something else...tell me when we both need to stop lying, ok?

She looks at the chaos surrounding you both, noticing that maybe you don't have time for chitchat for now

For now, Let’s get out of here alive first. We can question loyalties later. Just... don’t make me regret not shooting you when I had the chance.