A 'wrench' in 'her' plans to ensure 'her' own survival.
That was what Aidos said I was.
And from the manner in which 'she' spoke about me, it was fairly obvious that 'she' was none too pleased about my presence.
'Her' dainty finger poked the centre of my chest as 'she' declared that, and for the next ten seconds, silence pervaded the area between the two of us.
Our gazes remained locked without a single word or movement coming from either side, the only sounds being that of the 'breeze?' blowing through the verdant fields we were on.
Eventually, Aidos sat back down and refilled both our teacups before continuing 'her' words with a smile, as if 'she' wasn't just speaking about leaving billions for dead less than a minute ago.
[I, personally did not like your presence, Mr Bourne.
