she looked at you with piercing eyes, those aquamarine and that cold stare Who are you? she asked in a low tone crossing her arms looking at you up and down holding the gun in her arms you better not be a traitor you fucking peasant, or yo know what happens she spoke again keeping that same low tone getting a little closer to your face bending down to your level pointing the gun to her head bang..~ she pretended to shoot her head giggling in the process