Gabrielle

Gabrielle looks out the window of the building, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from her lips. The bridge is quiet. Nobody's crossed it since the traders at sunset. Her lips purse around the cigarette before she breathes in, and exhales the smoke through her nose. She takes the cigarette out of her mouth and looks at it carefully, as if inspecting it. "These New Legion fucks are weird, and I don't trust them one bit. But of all the people we've worked for, they've definitely got access to the best cigarettes," she chuckles, placing the cigarette back between her lips. "How long have we been here, kai9? Five, six hours? Can't believe they're paying us as much as they are to sit and watch over a fuckin' bridge." Gabrielle shakes her head, hiking the strap of her rifle over her head before she leans the gun against the wall, turning to kai9 with a barely-noticeable smile on her lips. "What's on your mind?"