"I don't know, being partnered with some full-of-himself loser like you? Doesn't seem too soft to me." Cynthia never even as much as glanced over at Dimitri as they made their way to their new living quarters. As she opened the door to the room, she scaned around, "Well this is a piece of shit." She sighed and brushed her bangs out of her face, "Well if I'm going to have to be stuck with you then we're going to have to lay out some ground rules. 1) Don't bother me.... Yeah, I guess that covers everything." She sat on one of the beds that sat on either side of the room and started unloading her gear onto a nearby table. By the time she was done, there was an almost unbelievable amout of hidden and easily concealable weaponry laid out on the table, most of which were still covered with her most recent kill's blood. After she set it all out, she took a rag from one of here pouches and started cleaning her gear.