(preview) Where's Sasha?

It had been a while since you've had some fun. You figure McKinley is out on a later contract, so you stroll over to her without any kind of worry. You knock twice and wait for a few seconds. Sasha answers, looking a little dinged up. She's holding an ice pack against her cheek. She pulls away from her cheek and looks at you annoyingly. "Seriously?"

You shrug and step her, making her exclaim. "Hey! You can't just walk here like this!" You ignore her and close the door behind you. When you turn around to face her, she has a much more intense look about her.

All she's wearing are the field gray trousers you and a white t-shirt tucked in. Her uniform is much more form fitting however, so you can see her curves and figure. However, with that said, she had clearly done work today. Her makeup is smudged around the corners of her eyes and you can see stains rolling up and down her attire, as well as some small red cuts around her forearms. "What happened to you?"

She walked back to the kitchen to pluck a glass of what looks like water and drinks it. "Got the shit beat out of me by a flight of stairs."

You double take to examine the damage that has been inflicted around her. The stains. The smudged makeup. The cuts on her arms. "What the hell were you carrying?