[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Nessa eyed Beck through the reflection on the window as she spoke. She'd seen this question coming, sure, but it didn't mean she was any less bothered about how to answer it.
Nessa was a private person, mostly. She relied on herself, and generally didn't trust anyone with anything. She had learned long ago that getting involved with people would only get her hurt. Besides, waiting for someone else to show up and do the hard stuff was pathetic. Still, Nessa did feel a lingering respect for this woman. As annoying as Beck might've been in Nessa's opinion, she was also smart, talented, and not a rookie by any means. Nessa could tell a fellow lone wolf when she spotted one. But indeed, what had stopped Nessa from attacking Beck in her hazy state?
A foul smirk tugged at Nessa's lips as she answered: [color=#9A42FA]"The power of true love, what else?"[/color] Nessa hoped to pull a laugh out of the woman with her snarky reply. Okay, sassiness aside. Nessa knew this woman was not stupid. Taking a breath to indicate she was about to continue, Nessa turned her gaze back to the road.
[color=#9A42FA]"I guess I had a moment of weakness, you had saved my life, after all. And between the two of you,"[/color] Nessa hummed, [color=#9A42FA]"[i]he[/i] was much more annoying."[/color]
Although a believable reasoning for most, Nessa could sense that even with her smooth tongue Beck wasn't taking any of her bullshit. The woman seemed like a scientist more than a hunter, a healthy dose of curiosity seeming to power her actions. After a small pause Nessa gave in.
[color=#9A42FA]"I realised your blood wasn't fit for my taste."[/color] Vague, but perhaps telling if Beck was sharp enough.