Alexandra's beady little eyes seemed to continue to roll and point in absurd directions as Roland spoke. Did she not realize that this was his version of constructive criticism? He really liked her enough, or did originally anyway, to try to lend her a helping hand and not get rolled by bosses. Apparently, she was in complete control of herself and every possible contingency. He knew people like that. They generally made many blubbering sounds when shot.

The noises she was making were becoming a stream of chicken scratch in Roland's mind. Now it was absurd that Slate would kill them. Next came the truth. She was indeed a cowboy. Or in her case, cowgirl. No one could take her out, she was the epitome of assassins. He wondered if she would throw in some stomping or perhaps a tantrum where she laid on the floor and kicked her feet. Her next move made him wish it had been that simple.

The metal of the elevator doors melded into a long spear that was much too close for Roland's comfort. He didn't move though. He just looked at the point of the spear. Mild annoyance was turning over into something darker. The point was moot now. She could show not only Slate, but herself, how impervious to harm she was. " Seriously? Alright, Alexandra. I was just trying to give you some insight so you didn't end up screwing yourself in the future. Do what you like." He dropped the gun at his side and turned his back to her. His mind was reeling in an attempt to try to absorb the contents of the debate and the Kabal itself. It was just all too sketchy for him. They needed much more organization before calling themselves such. The door they had entered was opened and Roland stepped through the other side, closing it behind him.

Alexandra was quite impressed by the man’s cold blood, but of course, she didn’t let anything to show. Her teeth were gritted together under the mocking smile as she was listening to his words. “I think I can take care of myself.” she said. She was half-expecting for the man to start a fight after her offensive display of powers. Of course, she was glad he took everything as it was, just a warning that she wasn’t as harmless and stupid as he considered her.

She let out a relieved breath as he turned around and left and her body relaxed on the comfortable couch. “Good bye.” she said in a mocking tone. When the doors closed themselves, she was completely relaxed, and she began to manipulate the metal back into its original place. Letting her head rest on her hand she looked around the room. The three unconscious bodies kept her attention for a few seconds.

Conclusion: epic failure. That’s why she hated working in pairs. Because most of the times, partners were unreliable. Slate would really need to work better on the recruiting part. She added that to the list of things she needed to tell Slate. She had this slight impression that the Kabal wasn’t what it used to be. Loyalty was one thing that lacked in this case, and not to mention trust. Of course, she wouldn’t trust Slate either, or any other member of the Kabal but this was pushing the limits.

Searching trough the pocket of her coat, she retrieved a phone and dialed a number. She didn’t have to wait long until the familiar voice of her boss could be heard. “Slate, we have a problem.” she said in a cold and harsh tone. Yes, we was a good choice of pronoun use, because if Slate even thought of mentioning that she was the one responsible for this failure she would be long gone before he could actually finish the sentence. On a second thought, she realized that ‘you’ would have been even a better choice. Yes, Slate had a problem with his paranoid employee, not her.