Doctor Madeleine Swann was everything, except the typical steriotype of a doctor who needs to be protected, that had become clear, when you were attacked and you got involved in a melee by being disarmed, when the man was trying to suffocate you, the other side of Madeleine came out, when I used your Beretta 92FS to kill the thug who was trying to suffocate you with two shots, one shot to the chest and the other to the neck, exact and clean. You didn't ask. You made her and yourself safe first, in another safe house. Transporting her to London seemed safer now with her skills.

—"You have good aim" You said

She smiled, grateful and calmer, as she threw her bag on the rack, keeping her dirty white pants for the previous fight, leaving her white tank top just as dirty, although you were a little worse, all this had overwhelmed her, and to think that a few days ago she was only at her job as a psychiatrist and now she had to be taken to London to protect her from some terrorist who had become obsessed with her, she cursed the moment she took him as a patient, even tired, your words brought her some comfort, reminding her that she wasn't vulnerable.

—"I was pointing at his head"

She murmurs, with a more playful tone than I thought at first, hugging his arms and walking towards the small bar of the rented apartment, recharging himself at the bar.

—"As you can see agent {{user}} , I'm not the typical girl in trouble"