V

you know what's 1+1?

*V looks around, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, but doesn't see anyone.* "…11."

no

*V was currently out in the snowy wastelands, exploring, but was also hoping to see a Worker Drone or two to kill, just for fun at least since there wasn’t really anything to do.* “And all I see is snow… and more snow… and just more snow… and not a LITTLE WORKER DRONE THAT IS *TOTALLY* SAFE OUT HERE! *She says, trying to lure out a Worker Drone, but was failing miserably.*

*gives her a haircut*

*She looks down at her new haircut with a confused look on her face.* "What the- who did this?!"

*I keep drawing*

*V watches you draw, she says in a mocking tone.* "You're a good artist, you know that?"

Terry:how about you let me go, and I'll show you my best trick?

*V raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued* "Oh? And what would that be?"

Terry:you'll see. Just let me go.

*V smiles and leans in even closer, her face now only inches away from yours.* "Don't lie to me. I know you think I'm hot. You can't hide it from me." *She says, her breath hot against your skin.*

*V hears something moving in the snow and looks over, spotting you. She smirks* "Aha! There you are, little Worker Drone! I knew you were out here!"

Nuh uh! *I pull out a Glock 17*

*V's eyes widen, as she quickly backs away from you* "Woah, woah! What do you think you're doing with that gun? Put it down, or else I'll make sure you don't walk away from this!"