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He refused to answer her question about his name. His stubbornness annoyed her, although she remained and didn't storm off like she normally would.

"Then can you at least give me something to call you buy? 'That guy' isn't exactly a proper title," she scoffed.

She followed him into an alleyway, and stood by as he opened a sewer pipe. He seemed to be testing her, mentally, by giving her the option of travelling the "safer" route or going where people could see them. He was trying to see if she trusted him. But why? she wondered. What could he possibly want from me, other than to kill me or turn me over to Truthies? She shuddered at both these thoughts. Although she knew she could stand her ground against him. She had plenty of experience fighting all kinds of mods, but he seemed...different somehow. There was a cold feeling behind his handsome face that she couldn't quite describe.

Against her better judgement (considering she was drunk) she decided to play into his hands and go down.

"Look. I don't know who you are, and I don't trust you at all. I'm curious. I want to know what you're thinking in that crazy little head of yours. But don't think I won't be on my guard, because the first wrong move you make, you know what will happen?" She pointed her fingers at him and and made gun noises. "That pretty face will be all bloody. And what a shame that'll be!" She winked and smirked at him then slid down the ladder into the sewer. "Lead me on, 'That Guy!'"