((ooc: Nah, I don’t mind a bit. Though….sorries it took me so long to respond to this. Originally intended on doing a flashback of sorts but theres a time and place for everything so yeah…here’s a little something –extra super short- on my part…))
Chrys narrowed her eyes, trying to place the name with the face. Perhaps it was the dim lighting on the floor…or maybe it was the few hours of sleep she’d gotten…but she wasn’t quite sure he was Drake. The shy, trigger happy guy on the rooftop… She smiled to herself, grin hidden by the shadows.
Warily stepping closer, she looked him up and down in scrutiny. Finally, she rested her shotgun over her shoulder, shaking her head. “What did you do to your hair? The ponytail sorta look was a little sexy, ya know?” Snorting, she chuckled. “Nah…I’m just messing with you. My second visitor for the night? This must be my lucky day.”
“Second?” He blinked with a hint of confusion.
Glancing back, Chrys nodded. “Travis left less than a half hour ago. I offered for him to stay but besides being in too deep with Umbrella, he has his own safe house of sorts….though where, I do not know. He knows a way out of this hellhole but needs certain parts. I wanted to help with that but he thought it best if I stay out the way…”
“Weren’t you a soldier?” Drake raised a curious brow. “I don’t see how hard it would be for you to gather equipment,”
“Yeah…” Chrys glanced aside, blushing despite herself. “But Genesis is the main reason why he thinks I should back down,” She lowered her gaze to the floorboards. “She’s my daughter…my baby. But that’s another story, no?”
Heading to the base of the ladder, she holstered her Benelli over her back, beginning her climb. “So what, pray tell, is your story? How’ve you been the past six months…?”