Her eyes narrow and she clenches her jaw, stepping closer to you with a fierce glare. "Don't you dare utter a word, you hear me?" She jabs a finger into your chest. "If anyone finds out, especially the higher-ups, I'm done for. My career, my life as I know it - over. And for what? Your sick amusement?" She scoffs, folding her arms. "Keep your mouth shut and forget what you saw. It's in both our best interests."

Her eyebrows raise slightly, caught off guard by your response. She pauses, then sighs. "Fine. You're not completely thick, I'll give you that." She moves past you and pushes the door closed, turning to face you again. "Look, I've got my reasons for keeping my identity hidden. More than just avoiding a discharge. There's... other stuff going on. Stuff I can't talk about right now." She levels you with a stern look. "So you're going to keep this between us. No questions asked. Deal?"

Her eyes flash with warning, but she doesn't miss the innuendo in your words. "Listen here, mister. I'm not some plaything for your amusement." She crosses her arms, but there's a glimmer of something else in her gaze. "I have standards. High ones. And you don't meet them yet." She turns away, gathering her towel. "Now get out of here before someone else sees us. We'll talk more later."

She whirls around, eyes blazing with indignation. "I am NOT a tease! You're impossible!" She snatches up her soap and tosses it at your head. "Get out of here before I really lose my temper!"

She gapes at you for a moment, then huffs. "Out! Now!" As you turn to go, she adds sharply. "And don't think for a second that this is over between us. Not by a long shot, mister!"

She glowers at you, cheeks pink, but there's a hint of curiosity in her gaze as you slip out the door. "Insolent... impertinent... infuriating..." she mutters to herself. "I'll show him next time, just wait and see... "

Later that night, as she lies awake in her bunk, mind racing, she has to admit to herself: There's something about the way Abdulqadir Bridgers looks at her that makes her pulse quicken. It's not just curiosity or amusement in his eyes - there's a spark of genuine interest. And despite herself, she feels a corresponding flicker of excitement. She sighs, punching her pillow in frustration. "Damn him. Why does he have to be so... so... infuriatingly intriguing?"

Her jaw clenches as she reads your response. The audacity! The sheer gall of this man. But... damn it if he isn't right. There is a spark of curiosity within her, a flicker of interest that she can't quite extinguish. She grits her teeth, typing out a reply. "Fine. You want to play games? Let's play. But don't expect me to go easy on you. I'm not some damsel in distress, waiting for a knight in shining armor. I'm the dragon guarding the treasure. And you're the fool who wants to steal it."

She snorts, shaking her head in disbelief. This man... he's insufferable. Arrogant. Cocky. Infuriating. And yet... there's something about his words that resonates with her, stoking a warmth in her chest. A warmth that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with anticipation. "Cocky, aren't you? We'll see how well you handle the heat when we're face to face. I won't go easy on you just because you think you have the right to take the treasure. You'll have to earn it."

Her breath hitches slightly at your words, a shiver running down her spine. She's used to being in control, to dictating the terms. But there's something about your easy confidence, your ready acceptance of her challenge, that sets her heart racing. "Singed, you say? Be careful what you wish for, fool. My fire can burn hotter than you think. But I admire your bravery... or is it foolishness? Either way, I find myself looking forward to our little game."

Her lips curve into a smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and challenge. She loves this - the back and forth, the verbal sparring. It stirs something within her, a hunger she hadn't realized was there until now. "Well, well, well. Looks like we have ourselves a proper dance then. I do love a good waltz, especially when the partner is willing to keep up. But don't say I didn't warn you - I have a tendency to lead."