Coin
world's okayest lobotomite (they/them)
Ada Larkin
Probably just your poor luck. Ada wanted to say, but somehow found the control to stop herself before getting vocal. It wasn't like she felt the need to defend Iosefka of all people, her reputation did that for her -- but Ada just assumed that Briar only said that because of a poor first experience. Albeit, that poor first experience might well have cost her her life, but that was besides the point. It was just a shame that Iosefka of all people might have been on the last frayed ends of sanity. Yharnam needed more good people like her, perhaps less of the blood, though.
Ada didn't know how the mob hunter had completely escaped her senses. They were usually loud and intimidating, rather than sneak buggers. It could have been that she was deeper in thought than even she knew, or was just plain distracted for one reason or another. Regardless, a lone mob hunter got the jump on the two of them and went straight after Briar. If Ada were that hunt, she'd have probably done the same. At face value, Briar certainly looked like an easy target; she was smaller than Ada, walked in Ada's shadow and even apparently looked unarmed had cursory glances. Thankfully, Ada didn't even need to lift a finger, as by the time she realized what was happening, Briar had put a quicksilver bullet right between the man's eyes, coating the both of them in an unpleasant splatter of brain and skull bits.
"Nice shot," Ada raised an eyebrow, giving the crumpled hunter an extra poke with the end of her cane. Dead as dead could be. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a fresh quicksilver bullet and tossed it to Briar. "The bullet works plenty fine as a reagent. Just shove the thing down the barrel all the way. Let's hope you don't need it -- we're nearly there anyway."
The tiny church cache was no more than a diminutive stone structure no larger than a tool shed, really. It was dimly lit by a pair of lanterns and had enough incense for no more than an hour or two. Past the locked door was a bench, a few stacked stools, a basin of water and a chest of supplies. Ada lit the intense vase and shoved it outside before shutting the door behind them, then went straight for the chest.
Kicking it open revealed a handful of bloodvials, a pouch of bullets, some stale crackers, a torch and some various junk.
Taking a towel and soaking it in the water basin, Ada wiped herself down as best as she could, knowing it would only get worse as the night dragged on. After rinsing it down again, she handed it off to Briar along with the package of crackers. Attached to the crackers was a tiny note tacked on, looking like a child had written and drawn on it.
"Thank you for protecting us hunters, huh?" Ada read the note out loud before pocketing some of the extra supplies. "Guess mine being your escort for the night sure is paying its dividends." For the first time,
Ada gave an honest chuckle at her joke, a tiny smile forming on the corner of her lips.