Cian stood there, arms crossed over his chest, and studied the stunned woman in the doorway. She had a slightly vague, confused look on her face, and one of Nate's mechanical bugs attached to her neck. She was dressed in dark clothing and armed.
Great, just fucking great.
He heard rather than saw Damia come up behind him, but for the moment, chose to ignore her. If she wanted to put herself in harm's way, that was on her; she was a big girl who could handle herself.
He didn't say anything as he moved to disarm the woman, running his hands along the planes of her body quickly, efficiently, to locate and remove any weapons she might have secreted away. Throwing stars. He grimaced; of course someone had sent a ninja after him. He was sick to death of ninjas.
Once he had confiscated all the weapons he could find, he stepped back, his hand still on his own weapon. "Usually they send smarter assassins," he finally said with disgust. "I was busy, lady; you want to explain yourself?" he asked her after a moment. The paralytic would last at least a few minutes more, but she should have been able to talk by now, and if she moved, he'd slit her throat. He might have done it already, but Damia's presence was a consideration; he preferred not to have to kill with an audience if he could avoid it, not to mention that disposing of a body was hardly his first preference for activities for tonight.