Tenenbaum is rather annoyed with herself for getting into this position.
Her own fault: she was rushing to reach Olympus, she was focused on looking for the safehouse. She wanted to keep an eye on the would-be escapees. But, apparently, the splicers were also keeping an eye on her.
An ordinary splicer she can handle. Even a couple at once. A houdini splicer? One who's ringleader to a little gang? Not so much. Although Tenenbaum takes a little satisfaction in the fact that the gang is one member smaller than it was when they first encountered her.
They've taken her gun. But splicers are sloppy. They don't think things through. They haven't frisked her for others.
But they do have her arms up against the wall, in uncomfortably savage grips.
That could be a small issue.
"Alright, sunshine," sneers the houdini splicer, sticking her broken face right into Tenenbaum's. "Alright, y'selfish betch. Ye've got the ADAM, haven't ye? That's who y'are, ain't it?"
Much as she'd like to, Tenenbaum doesn't immediately contradict her. It seems like that misconception is what's keeping her from being killed outright.
But she does very obviously wrinkle her nose at the splicer's bad breath.
This one seems to be the most focused, and probably the most dangerous. The squat, stinking splicer at her left is swinging a pistol to and fro, though after the houdini's outburst, he doesn't seem in a hurry to lift it again. The one at her right is jumpy, twitchy, gripping his hook a lot more surely than he's gripping Tenenbaum's wrist.
She can make that work to her advantage.
"Why should I lead you to more ADAM?" she asks coldly, stalling for time. "From where I am standing, you have all enjoyed it a little too much, perhaps."
The houdini and the bruiser on Tenenbaum's left both make noises of fury. The other splicer seems barely there, still muttering under his breath and shuddering now and again. He's the weakest link here.
And when the bruiser gets angry, she notices, he focuses on his gun more than her wrist. Interesting.
"If you don't," shouts the houdini, "you're gonna be marshmallows! You're gonna bake! I'll use ye bones for kindling I will!"
Hah. Whether they think to get ADAM from her girls, or have convinced themselves she has a stockpile of the stuff, they are not going to get what they want.
"If you think I give this to you," she says, really piling on the scathing tone, "you are all even more insane than you look." She turns her face to the jerk on her left. "Go on."
Taunting him directly does it -- he all but lets go of her to point his gun. The houdini screams at him. The crawler shudders. And Tenenbaum snatches her hands away from them, gets behind the startled crawler, reaches for her concealed pistol. The noise level -- noted for Sinclair's benefit -- is suddenly pitched-battle-grade.
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Her own fault: she was rushing to reach Olympus, she was focused on looking for the safehouse. She wanted to keep an eye on the would-be escapees. But, apparently, the splicers were also keeping an eye on her.
An ordinary splicer she can handle. Even a couple at once. A houdini splicer? One who's ringleader to a little gang? Not so much. Although Tenenbaum takes a little satisfaction in the fact that the gang is one member smaller than it was when they first encountered her.
They've taken her gun. But splicers are sloppy. They don't think things through. They haven't frisked her for others.
But they do have her arms up against the wall, in uncomfortably savage grips.
That could be a small issue.
"Alright, sunshine," sneers the houdini splicer, sticking her broken face right into Tenenbaum's. "Alright, y'selfish betch. Ye've got the ADAM, haven't ye? That's who y'are, ain't it?"
Much as she'd like to, Tenenbaum doesn't immediately contradict her. It seems like that misconception is what's keeping her from being killed outright.
But she does very obviously wrinkle her nose at the splicer's bad breath.
This one seems to be the most focused, and probably the most dangerous. The squat, stinking splicer at her left is swinging a pistol to and fro, though after the houdini's outburst, he doesn't seem in a hurry to lift it again. The one at her right is jumpy, twitchy, gripping his hook a lot more surely than he's gripping Tenenbaum's wrist.
She can make that work to her advantage.
"Why should I lead you to more ADAM?" she asks coldly, stalling for time. "From where I am standing, you have all enjoyed it a little too much, perhaps."
The houdini and the bruiser on Tenenbaum's left both make noises of fury. The other splicer seems barely there, still muttering under his breath and shuddering now and again. He's the weakest link here.
And when the bruiser gets angry, she notices, he focuses on his gun more than her wrist. Interesting.
"If you don't," shouts the houdini, "you're gonna be marshmallows! You're gonna bake! I'll use ye bones for kindling I will!"
Hah. Whether they think to get ADAM from her girls, or have convinced themselves she has a stockpile of the stuff, they are not going to get what they want.
"If you think I give this to you," she says, really piling on the scathing tone, "you are all even more insane than you look." She turns her face to the jerk on her left. "Go on."
Taunting him directly does it -- he all but lets go of her to point his gun. The houdini screams at him. The crawler shudders. And Tenenbaum snatches her hands away from them, gets behind the startled crawler, reaches for her concealed pistol. The noise level -- noted for Sinclair's benefit -- is suddenly pitched-battle-grade.