"Definitely not most of the people I know. It was useful in my line of work at home, though." He could sense her probing. Or perhaps it was just reading subtle body language. It had piqued his interest.
He took a sip of his beer and studied her. She didn't give off the hair of one of his people, a con artist. But there was something about her. Whoever she was, she understood the value of playing things close to the chest and always being on guard.
Taking a stab in the dark, Eliot leaned in slightly. "Why do I get the feeling that your name isn't really Katelin?"
Nothing about his posture or tone was aggressive. He didn't want to set her off and get a punch to the throat. But he was willing to make a bold move to try and get a little more information out of her.