Perhaps it was just luck, or perhaps she was better then she thought. Or some deity out there decided that she shouldn't be punked and to make it interesting. But she'll most likely bet on luck, because she's still getting used to the game and was a generally more social player then anything else. She was that player that people give stuff to. She takes it and you know, butters them up but never really cares. There's a lot of lonely boys that like throwing cash at pretty pixel girls. So that's why she's pretty damn sure it's luck.

Sheer dumb luck.

After the sharp crack, sounds were almost louder due to heightened anxiety. And that, combined with her feeling of being watched, let her barely hear the faint footsteps behind her. So that gave her just a little bit of warning; enough to play along with the male by just lightly bending her body in the same direction of his strikes. Self-defence classes and gymnastics were definitely a validated choice right now. And that's when the luck came in - she had stepped on a pressure plate, triggering it. It sent a volley of razor sharp wires at about neck height.

This person's stunt just saved them both.

''Well, if you wanted hello you could've just sent a message like a normal person.'' she quipped. The quip was just her trying to not panic about the death trap honestly, and she also knew she had to do some fast talking to get out of this. ''Are you one of those PKers?'' she decides to ask. The way her question was framed was rather clear. If one disliked player killers, better know as PK, they would see her question as dislike of them. If they were perhaps a PKer or someone with similar notions, it would sound almost like interest, perhaps enough to give them pause.

''Not like I have much anyways, I'm just a utility.'' she adds. Perhaps a counter incentive, but who knows how fucked up people think. They're fucked up for a reason you know. 'I just hope they aren't some sick fuck, because I really don't need to try and talk my way out with a person perfect for Corpse Party.' she thinks to herself, keeping her calm and being patient.

Good things come to those who wait, after all.

The support wanted to smile, but she knew if she did now it would probably look pretty arrogant at the least. She would remain passive for now, and not move threateningly - something about this guy was setting her danger senses on edge. Her amber orbs just stared as he replied to her questions, before she let out a small laugh, rather quiet as to not move her body. Because if she moved anything hard, he'd probably get chucked into the wires, and that wasn't her plan today really.

Murder that is.

''I'm down here because my idiotic party decided to come down here, without me. So I'm playing catch up whilst trying to avoid any of the unsavoury things I've heard about down here. And I can defend myself anyways. That's what summons are for.'' she said, her tone not acid, but full of snark anyways. This guy seemed like the type whom appreciated such things, rather then just straight up bubble gum niceties. But her gaze was watching him, tracking how he was trying to figure out the wires, and her gaze narrowed. She could feel the pressure plate underneath her, pressed in by her butt.

''Hey, if you shimmy your hips a little, I can lift my butt off the plate and the wires will probably retract.'' she says. Despite how it sounds too, because this guy didn't seem to be one of those erotic roleplayer types. 'Thank fuck, didn't want to deal with grabby hands on top of the Resident Evil wires.' she thought, letting out a soft breath. She still hadn't noticed the strands of green that the wire had cut when it passed by, luckily for the guy in front of her. There were few things that would set her off, and well she was vain.

So there was no way she'd forgive having her hair chopped by some stupid trap.

Obviously, a foul tongue blessed this guy.

Cute.

The green haired woman just waited with a patience that many wouldn't even think that she could posess. And slowly, he found a right position, and then she could lift her hips just so that she was off the plate. With a click, the wires slipped away, and then she felt a small smirk on her face. Honestly, she was real close and personal with her would be attacker - and if she said she wasn't slightly enjoying, well she'd be a bold faced liar. So she'd settle with just not saying anything, and thus not lying.

Logistics.

With the wires out of the way, the woman twisted her body - luckily she was in a video game, so she could push it a bit further then human limits - contorting her form so she slipped out from under him. With her limbs touching him of course, it was one of her little guilty pleasures. When she was finally back to her feet, the woman brushed her hair to make sure it was all there, even as she replied to the male. ''I was doing fine before you made me pause - good thing that my class isn't some damsel in dis-'' she started, pausing. And if he had gotten up and was looking at her face, he'd see her neutral - if slightly smug - expression change.

From shock, to emptiness, and suddenly something that could be summed succinctly as 'oh shit'.

''... so what are you doing here anyways, something interesting?'' she said, her voice almost scarily monotone. Considering the expression on her face, that tone of voice was probably sending warning bells across even the thickest of morons, if they could see it. But what exactly she was thinking wasn't obvious, as she herself didn't quite know what she was thinking.

Incoherant rage did that to people.

She was trying to hold it together.

His reactions and speech were amusing to her, until the red fog labelled itself over her mind. She was vain and she would freely admit it. And she often lost it if her vanity was compromised, like in this case. Although no one else would be able to tell she had lost a few hairs, she could and it was mortifying and rage inducing. The utility took in a deep breath, even as she knew the male was starting to get nervous. 'I probably shouldn't capitalize on tropes to make this worse, I need to calm down.' she thought to herself, another deep breath being hissed in.

''Do you remember the addage that 'Hell hath no fury then a woman scorned'? Well let's just say whoever set these traps will figure it out really quick.'' she finally responded, having gotten some control over herself. She was not a plebeian that went off at any little thing! She was better then that! Her fingers brushed locks of green back behind her ear, as her eyes finally focused on the player before her. She locked her gaze, and then a twisted smile touched her lips. ''After all, only reprobates make traps like these, don't they? Teaching them a lesson would be quite welcome... and I'm sure you'd enjoy having my abilities on your side.'' she said, almost purring the words now.

She had found her goal, and the woman felt that this one was interesting enough to help her along. So long as he isn't stupid about it of course. 'Because nobody wants to be seen as a little coward. And getting taken out by a utility is the ultimate castration of masculinity or toughness. So long as he doesn't try to be Judas, I can be his own little Jesus.' she thought.