[ the feeling in her gut at the loud, incessant beeping, is familiar. and maybe that’s the worst part. the familiar tightness, the curling anxiety. thankfully, because she knows how this feels, she also knows her first plan of action. considering the beeping, and the sudden click of the locks to her front door, riza is moving. back to her room, where she keeps her pistols, and deciding quickly what to do with it.

it doesn’t take long - she is very talented at hiding things when they need to be hidden, especially in places that authorities wouldn’t necessarily look, and that’s where she sets her present from the previous holidays. away, not to be found unless necessary, and then the one pistol she brought from her clipped to her back.

if her roommates are around, they’ll see a very quiet, very serious, very practiced riza hawkeye. and if there has been any question of her militaristic training before, it’s gone now. she can’t quite run, or at least doesn’t seem to be planning to, but she can still prepare. ]

[ when her captors appear at her front door, riza is waiting for them. she knows how this goes, and she doesn’t necessarily plan on making a scene. not when she doesn’t know what she’s being brought in for, let alone the extent that they might go. so for now, she plays along. doesn’t say a single thing as she’s taken down through the underground tunnels, and doesn’t offer anything to the shouts or comments made in her direction.

the room she’s taken to is…nicer than she expects. but in the same breath, a jail cell is a jail cell, and the second the door starts to close she rounds on the closest monitor- ]

What is this about? [ her voice is clipped, dangerous. like she knows what she’s doing and what she should be allowed. and whether or not she gets an answer, the door closes and she turns back to the room, furious in that cold, controlled, handled sort of way. she’s not happy, so…sorry roommates. ]

[ feel free to reach out to her at any point in time!!!! ]