When it came to carrying herself with power and acting "tough", Nikita didn't have to try very hard. It was a disposition that came naturally to her. Though the tone of her behavior was different depending on the company she kept, one could never accuse Nikita Vostrikova of being a weak individual. But there was something about being around Missy that made her feel unnatural, as though she were forcing to show just how hard she could be. If you asked Nikita directly, she would say that it was nothing more than her extreme hatred for the other woman that kept her so tense. There was also the fact that the last time she had let her guard down around Missy she woke up with a gun in her face; you might get the drop on Nikita once, but rest assured it would be the first and last time it happened. "One could argue that you do the same." The amusement left her face at the statement and she stared pointedly at Missy.
Nikita did not like the comparison. She had never known Silvia's mother and knew little of the little girl's family before they were killed. The woman could have been rainbows and unicorns for all Nikita knew but what mattered most, the part that infuriated her, was that the factor that made Silvia's birth mother better than her was that she had been alive, and once she was dead, she stayed that way. "I haven't found myself shocked at your ignorance in a very long time, Missy." Nikita allowed all her annoyance to be stressed on the blonde's name as she eased herself off the couch. She moved slowly toward Missy; one, because the other woman was just as liable to have a weapon on her as Nikita was, and two, because she was trying her very, very best not to fly off the handle. "So, when you're the one confusing Kristen that all vampires are evil when her best friend has just been adopted by one, I'm supposed to just accept that it will all blow over?" Nikita inched closer to Missy until she was well within arms reach. Her rage felt like it was coursing throughout her entire body, concentrating mainly in her hands, which were shaking more than normal. She tightened them into fists, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. The dull pain was distracting enough to keep her mind from imagining her shaking hands around Missy's throat. "That's how it works out, right? In Missy's world, things blow over or you just kill the thing you don't like. Right." Nikita stood firm on the fact that Missy had pulled a gun first, everything after that moment was her own fault. She inched closer still. When Nikita spoke again her voice was low and cold. "I bet your new girlfriend is absolutely perfect. Living, breathing. Perfect mother material."