knives.

Returning his cheshire smile with a scowl, Mimi huffs, “One, I ain’t no little birdie. Two, I go wherever the hell I want when I’m on a job.” Softly padding back into the alley, she adds, “‘Sides, the last person I thought I’d be seeing was you again, tough guy.”

     "Hasn't anyone ever told you that thing about alleys? Dangerous and all that, y'know. On top of having a guy with a knife right behind you-- you ain't so smart, are ya? It's almost like you want to get stabbed."

Peering past the worn down wall of the alley, Mimi’s eyes narrow, hands already moving to her bag to find the camera within. One of the two ahead seemed a bit familiar.  It hits her like a wave then, the one she knows was the jerk who’d nearly killed her. Great. Eyes scanning the other, the information broker lets out a sigh, this one didn’t look as dangerous, with a suit and glasses- but looks could always deceive.

☠|| A wide smile broke surface on his face, as if his eyes had fallen upon some dear old friend. "My, my, my-- what have we here? The little chickadee from before, hmm? Haven't you learned your lesson about wandering around alone?"

“ Get along? Ohoh…You really don’t know me.”

"I guess we can start with introductions, hmm?"

“What do you want? A quick death? I’m sorry…But I’m all out.”

How cute, these witty little introductions. A thin smirk came with the swordsman's own cooed response, "A quick death, hm? I have to admit, I'm not too fond of those. Leaves nothing exciting to remember." Leaning back, amber orbs slid down to the bloodied weapon in the other's hand. An interesting sight; one that he could completely appreciate. It stirred a sort of odd fondness for this stranger already. A lone chuckle rumbled in his throat while his expression shifted into one of friendliness, which he donned all too often in wholly inappropriate situations. This could count as one of them. "... Ah.~ Something tells me you and I could get along."

“That’s because I am not;  I am a lady.”

“That you are, that you are.~ And what's your name, mm, lady?" 

As attention held to the defense, dark brows narrowed in creeping agitation, air fleeted from beneath brims. “Nothing is never enough for you it seems.”

His hand twitched, the edge of a thin dagger shrieking its short metallic whine against the woman's weapon, muscles shifting to overpower her and turn this little stalemate. "You were always good enough for me, sister. Always so interesting."