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Raissa snorts and begins laughing as soon as she realises what had happened to poor Jonathan. He wasn't the only asshole of the group, though the correct term for her was [i]childish[/i]. [color=darkviolet]"Hehehehe! Oh my god, yes! I was about to say you should've switched with me, brother Nicky, but watching Johnny boy get shot at like that was definitely a good call! And before you lecture me about success taking priority, I know, but that doesn't change the fact it was hilarious."[/color] 

At least Randy had the right idea, Raissa raising her arms as though to emphasize his point. [color=darkviolet]"Yeah, the shander-food-thing! It's almost poetic, aue?"[/color] Her question toward Randy was accompanied by the mindless shuffling of cards, soon followed by Jervis' announcement of a new contract. After being handed her file, she surprisingly read through all five Corvin daughters' profiles in relative silence, her intrigue and curiosity clearly visible. She took particular interest in the youngest daughter, Tabitha, staring at the young girl for a... disturbingly long period of time. 

[color=darkviolet]"No worries, Jerv. I'm not feeling that thirsty now."[/color] Her response was almost monotonous, her attention fixated on the five daughters of Calvin Corvin. Dolores's story also seemed to heavily interest Raissa, the 'falling to her death' method ringing a few bells in Raissa's own memory. She'd already worked out which of the five targets she could be of use in, and which she'd probably die in. [color=darkviolet]"Can we just put in our requests now? I'd rather not be killed by someone smarter or fitter than me. So try not to count on me too much for them, yeah?"[/color] Although she knew the assholes would probably call for her more in those missions now, at least they knew who to call for when it came to the other three. After all, being a stalker, glamorous at events, and walking into the unknown were all things she was good at, both in life and un-life. Having someone challenge her creative genius and annihilate her in physical activities were [i]not[/i] things she had yet grown accustomed to. 

Her gaze turns to Alejandra, who was looking at Dolores as well for some time. [color=darkviolet]"Irmã,"[/color] she began curiously [color=darkviolet]"você quer matar o assediador? Shall we kill the stalker?"[/color]