She rolled her eyes at that. Gabe and Jack were weirdly alike, at least in how much of a headache they were for Ana.
"Because unlike you, my senses haven't dulled."
A sniper--even a one-eyed sniper--trusted their sense of vision above anything else. She'd know instantly if anything seemed off. Still, she wasn't one to rule out an extremely high quality simulation, so she did a lot of digging around on her own to satisfy her own worries.
She'd toss over her datapad filled with evidence, but she wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't use the opportunity to take some potshots at her when her position was revealed.
"So then, speaking hypothetically--" she spoke through gritted teeth, praying Reaper didn't keep dancing around the question because man, it was getting on her nerves. "--assuming all of this is real, what are you going to do?"
He's special that way
"Because unlike you, my senses haven't dulled."
A sniper--even a one-eyed sniper--trusted their sense of vision above anything else. She'd know instantly if anything seemed off. Still, she wasn't one to rule out an extremely high quality simulation, so she did a lot of digging around on her own to satisfy her own worries.
She'd toss over her datapad filled with evidence, but she wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't use the opportunity to take some potshots at her when her position was revealed.
"So then, speaking hypothetically--" she spoke through gritted teeth, praying Reaper didn't keep dancing around the question because man, it was getting on her nerves. "--assuming all of this is real, what are you going to do?"