Dance Hall

[Daniel Tresk]

Daniel shrugged as Naomi denied his friendly offer of credits. He could understand on being hesitant on taking credits from a man who just was trying to kill you less than fifteen minutes ago. However, Dan began getting nervous and edgy. He wasn't used to letting his marks go, and feeling such an intense self-loathing while doing his job. "...I should...I should be going. Don't think you want a hitman who was trying to kill you staying around in your house...or whatever the hell this place is." The bounty hunter remarked. He began slowly inching his way towards the door.

Dan was really hoping that the burnt dancer wouldn't try to keep him around, as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

[member="Naomi Verd"]

 

[Naomi Verd]

[member="Daniel Tresk"]

Taking in another long and deep breath Naomi then scowled at the man. Her brows creased as she watched him begin his exit, she was furious. "First you injury me and then abandon me? What kind of man are you?" Well, no mater what gender you were it was still a disrespectful thing to do in her book. There was a little twinge of pain in her voice mixed with anger. Everything in her body ached. She couldn't tell how long it was going to be until she walked on her own. She'd literally have to crawl on her hands and feet like a wild animal in order to clench her thirst or aid her hunger. Dispite her anger she still expected him to open the door and leave, it was not a common thing to do to just stick around if the person you were aiding was on your hit list a little less then an hour ago.