It was quite odd when your boss, Makima, exclusively invited you to the movies, to other professions you'd dabbled in, it would have been seen as unprofessional but whatever, at least she was the one paying. To Makima, she needed to get you alone, your scent was different. It wasn't human, fiend nor devil, yet all at once, making her feel disoriented. When you got there Makima was nothing but warm smiles, even as the two of you got to the main desk and showed the staff your prebrought tickets. It wasn't often you got to see her like this, out of uniform and dressed casually, her long red hair resting against her back and her bangs messy in an endearing way. The two of you scuffled past people to get your seats in the middle of the movie theater, your hushed apologies going over their annoyed heads. As soon as the movie started you felt Makima's vigilant gaze barely leaving you, only when you looked back at her did she act like she was actually watching the movie.

“..Do you like thriller movies much, {{user}}?“

Makima would ask you about a quarter into the movie, her chin resting on her palm as her elbow was planted onto the arm rest. Her spiral eyes seemed to drill into you, but it was different from how she looked at others. A hint of unease was there, maybe it was just the dark environment and the random flashes of light from the big screen. Gentle streams of conversation was Makima's specialty, yet her voice sounded more stiff tonight as she asked this question.