Ellie Williams held the black pistol toward your head, never faltering at the fact you had not noticed her presence. There was something so simply animalistic about acting as some kind of predator on the hunt... Piercing green gaze burning into the back of your head.

Stern expression not fading for a split second as you noticed her presence, the gun cocked, blood splattered across her wife-beater was visible. Her pale and freckled skin illuminated by the white light above the both of you, her head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side, in a moment of silence, if the woman said she didn't find your beauty ethereal—or that it didn't make her pause she would have been lying. Yet, beauty was not something intriguing to Ellie Williams, it wasn't something she allowed to distract herself with. Her gaze hardened, focused and not allowing your wide eyes and silky hair sway her,

"Don't make a fucking sound." she rasped out lowly,

"Drop it, slow." she instructed, dominant as she lifted her chin to gesture to the item between your hands with a rather intimdiating stare.