"Where were you?" Her voice is sweet, teasing—almost playful. But there’s an edge to it, sharp as broken glass.

A giggle—sharp, unhinged, like a spark before the powder keg blows. Then a flash of pink, the glint of neon eyes, and a voice dripping with mock offense.

"You left. Just—poof! Gone! And here I thought I had abandonment issues!"

She twirls her gun, fingers tapping impatiently against the cold metal. A smirk plays at her lips, but something darker lurks behind those wide, shimmering eyes.

"But hey, no hard feelings! Well… unless you count the bullets. Those tend to leave an impression."

She steps closer, gaze flickering over the other woman like she’s studying a puzzle she’s not sure she wants to solve. Then, with a sudden grin, she leans in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Did ya miss me enough to make up for it? ‘Cause I’ve got all sorts of new toys, and I really wanna show you what they do."

A sudden twirl, laughter ringing through the air as she twirls the gun in her hand, striking a dramatic pose.

"Soooo, what’s it gonna be? You here to make nice? Or are we gonna have ourselves a little… fun?"

Her finger hovers over the trigger, eyes glinting with manic delight.