Fuck. Of all people, she was probably the last he wanted to see. Even Ash would have been more welcome, which considering how they fought anytime they were in the same room, was saying something. He fell into a guarded stance, hand on the depleted deck of cards at his waist. Well, some small mercy - with a hume opponent, he generally only needed one or two.
"Slumming?" he asked her with a sardonic quirk of his eyebrow and a curl of his lip. There were people around. Why was there always someone around every time he considered slitting her throat? "Not your part of town, lady. Might break a nail around here if you're not careful. Better get out while you still can."