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Was he even surprised anymore by her presence? Highly doubtful. Ada is simply here, someone who wasn’t going away. A consistency devout to the agent. Whether he liked it or not. Some days, the spy can’t help but wonder — regardless she is for the most part u n a r m e d for the moment. Relaxed, as if she was expecting to see him. Maybe it was a ruse. Perhaps habit, she merely eyes him over, letting a childish scoff fall from her lips. Quaint smile curls upon her features.
      “My, my, my what have you gotten yourself into this time, Kennedy~?
       Your superiors must really hate you.
       Always placing you on the cornerstone of Hell.
       How do you handle it~?”

     It isn’t something he questions anymore. No, hes long since accepted these unannounced and unpredictable appearances by the woman in r e d. It’s always as if she just knows where he’ll be. As if she’s just waiting for him, calmly lounged about. Almost feline like, Ada was. It was certainly one way to describe her. Thin brows furrow upon the hearing the soft sound. Oh she just might as well have laughed at him instead. Corner of lips tug downward, apposing the ones that curled upward on the spy’s.

         ‘I believe that isn’t any of your concern, Miss Wong.’
Hate was an possibility.
Given what outrageous counts of action they often made.
         ‘I’ve got my ways of coping around tight situations.’

Leon Kennedy wasn’t that helpless of man after all.