"No," [i]Came Jason's answer as the thrusters on his back activated while he started running, snow crunching under his feet. Then, he leaped, sending him forwards and towards Irina at pretty damn high speeds, since he was propelled by rockets. His right, cybernetic hand clenched into a fist, right arm pulling back, fist - or, well, blades aimed at Irina's center of mass, the steel glinting in the sunlight, while.. moisture dripped from his armour. Must've been pretty damn hot.[/i] "Like I can trust ya," [i]He spoke midair, voice cold and harsh. He really did have a hate boner for this woman. He wouldn't even think about taking off his armour. This woman was dangerous. Highly dangerous, at that. A murderer, too.. Taking his armour off just because she promised? Trusting someone who murdered though to rival Hitler? Only idiots and brainless fools would do such a thing. [/i]