[@Olira]

(Double post!  Apologies)

Nero stepped out of the cabin door with a cigarillo clenched between his lips, about to light it... until he felt a bizarre yet...strangely familiar presence looming about him.

He looked up, and...

[color=ed1c24]"Aww shit..."[/color]

It was her, that freaky bitch and her walking tin cans, but how the hell did they get out here?  And just how the hell did they find this place?

Nero snarled under his breath, flicking the cigarillo away and brandishing his custom gold Beretta, aiming it dead on Hilda lounging across Anton's car.  Of course, he was outnumbered, so he wasn't gonna make a fool of himself.  He sighed, thumbing back the safety.

[color=ed1c24]"You sure have a bad habit of showing up where you ain't wanted, bitch.  I thought I told you, I'm not interested in what it is you're offering.
 Now get outta here, you and your boys.  I ain't looking for no trouble tonight, but I guess you are, giving me that look."[/color]  Indeed, a look of pure malice, that same devilish grin the woman seemed to perpetually wear.