An unamused laugh escaped her lips, “I’ve heard that before and in my experience it is never close to the truth.” Holding one’s hands up in a sign of surrender had lost its merit in her line of work. It could very well be a trap for her to let her guard down. And Irina was not going to let that happen. Not again. She’d been a prisoner more times than she cared to admit. Some had been of her own choosing as she needed to gain trust to further her endgame at the time. Or had been a means to obtain a Rambaldi artifact. Others had not been of her choosing and what she had been put through by her own sister, whom she had grown apart from years ago, well, that had been the straw that broke the camels back.
When his hands dropped and Spike was standing in a neutral stance, Irina relaxed only slightly, hardly enough to consider being relaxed. She didn’t trust him and remaining on the offensive was her only option. Her brow furrowed. The disbelief and suspicion that she had exhibited thus far only growing. “Of all the explanations you could have given me that’s the one that you managed to come up with. It’s hardly a convincing argument. And not one that I’d be naive enough to believe.”
He’d prove to her that he was telling the truth. Irina contemplated his offer. She could accept and hear what he had to say or just shoot him, potentially even kill him. But then her chance at finding out answers would have to be put off until she found someone else. After a second she gave him a look and answered, “I’ll give you a chance to prove what you say is true. One chance, that’s all you are going to receive. And I promise not to shoot” In truth she had no intention of keeping her promise not to pull the trigger. While she was intrigued at just how he was going to prove his statement; Irina was untrusting of him still and one wrong move and her finger would pull down on the trigger faster than he could blink. Or so she thought.