Halstead ushers you onwards toward his hideout, and you hear an ominous noise from behind you.
It's a loud creaking, and is accompanied by a rush of wind. You spin around, honed agent reflexes paying off, and see a most wondrous sight; Elsa bending at the knees to squat.
Someone the size of a skyscraper stooping to half her height terrifies you for the simple reason that she does it so swiftly. The dress creases up about her waist, oh so far above you both, and her mighty toes flex a little. Even those tiny motions are enough to make you flinch.
She crosses her immense arms over her knees, and lowers her imposing gaze to level at you. A wry smile splits her lower face, a mouth that moments ago you were happily kissing now wide enough to swallow you whole.
"Don't tell me you trust this guy," she says, her voice carrying across you with the force of a launching aircraft. "He's clearly a spy."
Halstead turns to regard you. "Really. Well, I trust your judgement, my dear. Goodbye, Mister Sterling."
He continues walking, as if he's dismissed you from his presence. You reach out to grab him - to take a hostage - but Elsa does the same, her tremendous fingers snatching at your own person.
You could continue your play for Halstead, hoping that having him will allow you some leverage over the giantess, or you could cut your losses and dash away, fear of capture greater to you than fear of surviving in the outside world at your size.
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