[ It's all about atmosphere, and when you hunt the creepy crawlies they do it's a trick of the trade you pick up real fast. Especially when it makes the difference between getting gipped and doing the job at cost or actually making a profit.

But she's got a light tread for a girl in as heavy a pair of boots as she is, shifting her position so she's that much harder to find. She isn't foolish enough to think those quick glances mean he's in a rush. It could just as easily be it's all he needs. She wasn't in the business of assuming, or making rash decisions (anymore).

But she can't help the laugh when he calls her scared. It's so completely the opposite of what she feels that she doesn't even care that he'll have zero problem narrowing down where she is.]

I'm positively quaking in my boots.

Someone has been slacking in their research clearly. I never expect a warm welcome, that would be asking too much of the people that hire me.

[ It's almost sad that she'll have to kick the ass of some one so ill informed. And she was looking forward to a good fight too. Oh well. Still she's never been one for small talk with the enemy, not when she can just get right down to it. It was just a question of how she wanted to begin. Her weapon choices had been specific and careful, meant for damage to the red head and not for collateral injury.

It seems like it would be such a waste to shoot him before he ever saw her face. Or maybe she'll let him come to her, she knows this room and she can use that. Come to the cat little mouse. ]