[b]Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Daniel Crowe & Shannon Greene[/b]

Despite the man's kindly advance and generosity, Valentina could not help but to suspect that he was either playing with her or tricking her to let her guard down. The girl thought she could accept the key and try to open the cabinet, but even without a gun, she knew very well that the man could easily overpower her with ease. So Valentina simply slid further away from him, shrinking when he offered the keys, still shaken and pallid from the cold, hunger and lack of sleep. The woman's entrance did not help either - memories of her past brush with a rather lustful couple surfaced. The man's words fell on deaf ears, partly because her brain was too bruised to understand them, and partly because she could not believe she was hearing them at all - kind words seemed like the stuff of folk tales and legends, something unreal.

When she was far enough away, Valentina simply pulled her pistol out from its holster, cocking it and pointed it at the man, her actions fast as the blink of an eye from practice and experience, the weapon shaking as the girl was already weak from too many reasons for her small frame to handle. More saliva was dribbling down her mouth as the hunger pangs in her got worse from the thought of food being so close. From a rather shy outlook, Valentina, almost as if like an animal running on instinct, changed dramatically and stared viciously at the pair of adults with her teeth bared and lips shivering, panting as adrenaline, despite her hunger, was rushing in her veins. All that was missing was her growling or snarling like a wild dog.

Shifting her target consistently between the man and woman to threaten them, she couldn't help but to eye the cabinet for want of food every other moment.