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Jesse watched Chris in utter fascinated as he bad-mouthed her, and though you couldn't see it physically, she was grinning on the inside. "Twenty-six, hmm?" As soon as he turned his attention back to the Reaper, she made her move. It was heart-stopping to see - no, to not be able to see - her step to Chris's side. It was almost as if she'd appeared there, but... not really. She grabbed a chunk of his chocolate hair and yanked upwards before with her free hand flicking the knife just milimeters from his neck. "You are in no position to talk to me like a snobby little brat, Chris. Now if I were you I would listen to every damn word the Reaper says and stop being an impatient mule. All will be answered in time." The brunette paused and bent down a little to whisper, "You're twenty-six year old ass is no match for a nineteen year old assassin, darling." With that, she released him and, in the same surprisingly fast movements, sat at the feet of the Reaper, facing the victims with a cold indifferent face.