Well if this wasn't the contrast...

The feisty Latina's response was like a pissed off rattlesnake striking Evelyn in her ear, causing the comm to vibrate rather subtle.  It was a typical reaction from [i]Mad Max[/i], a woman who pretty much stuck the ex-Ranger at the very top of her shit list the moment they locked eyes during their first encounter.  Of course, it didn't help that Ev quipped about the bitch being less of a soldier and more of a fashionista.  Typical of the cartel queen to take forever.  Ev, already waiting in the room, sitting in her chair with a cigarette clenched between her lips, she was always punctual, respectful, knew to be on time and ready for the right occasion.  It was what the Army taught her, and even after her dishonorable discharge, she still carried that same respect ingrained in her psyche.  Max on the other hand...well...from what Ev could tell, queen bee probably wore her designer heels while she was slitting the throats of her [i]competitors[/i] back in Juarez.

And damned she be if that wasn't the case when she saw Max strutting into the room, catching the lustful glances of a few guards passing by on their daily patrols, really taking in the splendor of the Mexican beauty prancing like a peacock.  To Ev, A. it was highly disrespectful and unprofessional conduct, and B....was she a fucking idiot?  The difference...so uncanny, it was like Sarah Connor vs Kim Kardashian.  "Last I checked, senorita, we're going out in the field, not a shopping spree."  Evelyn quipped flicking away her cigarette and snuffing it out on the floor under her combat boots.  "Just gonna get blood on those fancy clothes of yours, beauty queen.  Where's Anna and Muffy?  I told them twenty minutes?"