He had his gun to her head, but it was pointless.
Alzeid was on the verge of information about his father's murderer, and the orange-haired man at his feet was a mere inch from death or spilling his guts. Either suited Alzeid just fine. And then she waltzed into the tunnel with that bear in her arms, calling his attention with a disruptive "Hey, hey." It was an opportune moment for his hostage to escape. Alzeid clenched his jaw and steeled himself. The girl insisted on not closing her mouth and eventually, Alzeid turned a cold glare on her.
With fewer than ten words between them, much less an introduction, she had already summed his entire existence as "boring" and, in a tone that suggested she was doing him a great favor, proclaimed that she would help to "make it fun."
Inwardly he labeled her "presumptuous," "obnoxious," and "faintly amusing."
He had his gun to her head, but it was pointless. She shot him first.