Tifa knew she was walking into the lions den the moment she stepped within those golden rimmed doors, but it was all with reason, to find out what Shinra was really up to and why they were sending spies out to her bar to begin with; if it meant protecting her friends she would do whatever needed. During the little silent walk of theirs, she is already quick to subtly look around, wondering just what all goes on given it was clear the Don was more than just some slum lord with perverse fantasies, the fighter had a feeling he was involved in things much darker, not to mention there was curiosity in how this whole bride thing worked given he ‘picked’ his candidates; did that mean the other girls didn’t have a choice?
There was also the question as to what happened to the previous girls and this couldn’t be Corneo’s first time seeking marriage. When the silver-haired man answers her initial question her eyes immediately move to him, but then the pig from before is butting in with his answer while of course speaking down to her as if she were some air-headed child, again that flash of anger comes over and she cannot help but to silently roll her eyes as they keep walking down the hall. Arriving in front of another set of doors she hears the more stoic one of the bunch instruct the other to stay outside, the pair soon move into the basement and it is dark and dreary filled with many questionable objects and…devices. “…Cozy place.” The sarcasm was easily heard in her words as she continues looking around, even though her attention was currently turned away from him the brunette was still listening to each word spoken.
“Crystal.” Maroon eyes glance over her shoulder towards him before now fully turning to face him, brow lifted as her head tilts with arms folding beneath her chest “What kind of trouble?” How could one get in trouble here? The warning he gave only made her that much more curious and determined to find out more about this 'Don Corneo’, corners of her mouth turn upward just slightly, giving her a more playful expression “Think I can handle a little bit of trouble…” Silence filters in between them as her eyes remain upon the younger man and still, he does not seem like he fits in here “…You know, I can’t say I expected someone like yourself to work here…or rather you don’t seem to be like the other guys.”
THE SARCASM WAS not lost in the comment she voices once they are in the basement, but it was ignored in favor of the usual instructions. Crossing his arms, he watched the woman glancing around, seemingly undisturbed by the array of INSTRUMENTS dumped there. When she does turn to face him with an inquiry of her own, Leslie looks elsewhere and begins to slowly walk around the space.
❝ The kind that might be more than what you think you can handle, ❞ he states, halting and turning in her direction once more. There's no mistaking with that body that she is a FIGHTER or in the least, someone that keeps herself in shape, though he leans more to the former. The glimpse of those clenching fists she displayed previously, could mean that it's something she defaults to whenever she's upset or feels like she has to DEFEND herself. He replays the information that Sam shared but the lackey has opted for not asking the names—The less he knows about the Don's future victims, the better. But he did mention something about having one of his carts pick her up from Sector Seven... Corneo recently took the job of sniffing out AVALANCHE members for Shinra, and rumor has it there are such individuals stationed there.
All of this, of course, he keeps to himself. Whether she is a member of the acclaimed terrorist group or not, if she does stir up TROUBLE for herself; it'll be near impossible to get out ALIVE. Her chances are already verging on NONE to begin with... Like Merle. A tilt of his head is given at the next comment, a hand lifting towards his chin where fingers brush his jaw as the other remains crossed over his abdomen in a curious gesture. The stoic features, however, give no clue to the thoughts lurking within his mind.
❝ And why is that? ❞ Now he is even more intrigued to know her criteria for judging whether someone is a criminal or not. Leslie was used to being UNDERESTIMATED, be it for his young age or his appearance, both of which he cared nothing about as long as they are strangers without importance. ❝ You don't look like the kind to willingly come here. ❞ If she was expecting some REVELATION on his behalf, then she was setting herself up for disappointment; he hopes she gets that message in the remark he offered in return.