Izzy glared at Riley. Though most of the clouds of sleep had worn off, it was still a bit too early for what little tolerance she had for him to arrive at working order. Her brows furrowed at the concept of Guillotine Cutter apparently caring about her return to humanity.
	“Because a yellow card from a guy he’ll probably never see again means so much.” She brushed away part of her hair that clung to her face from the rain as Riley sought what little shelter he could find on the rooftop.
	She snorted at his poor attempt at sharing her feelings. “Sure you do. I’m still alive, which means you’ll still get your pay.”
	She looked once more to the duffel bag, the rain slowly dampening the fabric, and frowned. From the get-go, everything had been questionably convenient, had been too simple in the long-run. She had put only a little stock into it, but now, with the end of her mission staring her in the face, it was pushed to the front of her mind once more.
	“This was too easy,” she said slowly, looking askance at him, her head to the side and slightly bent. “I’ve only had like two weeks of experience in all this. All of [i]you[/i] have had a lifetime or twelve to master it. There’s [i]no way[/i] I should've been capable of beating them. And Cutter... I saw how fast he could move. He should’ve had [i]some[/i] chance, even with the element of surprise, but he was the easiest.” [i]Then there’s you,[/i] she added to herself. [i]Always popping up at just the right moment.[/i] “Could they have done something to the limbs?” She nudged the sack with the toe of her shoe. “Something that could hurt Cerasus?” Her gaze bore into him, watching for any micro expression that may give him away.