Looking for Answers

"Alright. You've got our attention. What do you want from us?" Jill demanded as she and Ada stood at the foot of the bed, guns pointed at the gorgeous woman lying on it.

Rachel's smug smirk widened a little as she lounged on the bed, seemingly enjoying the two other women's eyes on her. It was almost as if she was oblivious to the fact the two women had guns aimed at her -- or, more likely, that she didn't care. "Heh. No need to be so hostile," the mystery woman teased. "I'm not here to fight with you. In fact, the last thing I want is to hurt you two..."

"Then explain letting loose a zombie horde on us," Ada asked, her tone as sharp as Jill's.

"Oh, that? You two were never in any real danger. Miss Annabelle wouldn't let any harm come to two beauties such as yourselves... and neither would I," Rachel answered. "I just thought it'd be amusing to play with you two before the real fun starts."

"Real fun...? What's that supposed to mean?" Jill asked, now feeling a little more uncertain of the situation.

"So many questions," Rachel said playfully. "I'd be more than happy to answer what I can. But I need you to do a few things for me. First, could you put those guns down? They're really killing the mood."

Jill & Ada looked at each other, and Ada gave Jill a nod. They needed answers and a way out of the building they were in, and it was clear that this woman wasn't exactly worried about the firearms they carried -- they didn't even know if it would be effective on her. After all, she could be any kind of mutant or walking biohazard. They'd dealt with Umbrella more than enough to know that.

With that in mind, they set their weapons down to Rachel's approval. "Good. I'm glad you two know how to behave. Now for my next request -- you've been dealing with some rather... foul things on your way here, haven't you? I'm sure you must be feeling filthy. So, I'm going to need you both to take a shower before we do anything else..."