Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Resident Evil remain in the hands of its copyright holder. I own nothing.
Prompt: 039. Funeral at tth100
Connor had to hand it to her - she didn't flinch.
In fact, the whole time he'd been standing there, arms crossed, glaring at her - she'd been doing the same thing right back at him.
There was a cut above one of her eyebrows and her hair looked like it could use comb run through it; her clothes were marked with all the signs of one helluva fight. She had gun holsters wrapped around her in a way that he found sort of... sexy. The new Connor would have found that kind of thought twisted... but the old Connor, the one that was raised in the midst of demons and destruction, he liked it when a woman looked dangerous.
And this one certainly did look dangerous.
Had he missed out on all the fun? If so, Gunn was seriously going to pay for talking him into helping on 'one last job' before he left LA.
"So did you kill them all?"
Her glare didn't waver even as her eyebrows went up.
She snorted. "There's thousands of them."
Connor grinned then and rocked back on his feet. "Fun."
Her glare melted just a bit, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards for the briefest of seconds. "You have a gun?"
"Don't need one," he shrugged and pulled his battleaxe from the harness on his back.
The woman frowned. "You shouldn't let them get that close to you. They bite."
That only made him grin harder.
"I bite back."
She rolled her eyes and turned her back on him, picking her way up the dark street. "It's your funeral."
Now there was one he'd never heard before, Connor thought with no small amount of sarcasm. "I'm Connor."
"Alice. Now get moving, Connor."
Oh, yeah, he had a feeling he was going to like this girl a lot.