Phaedra did not wish to wrestle a knife away from a sleepwalker. She didn't even really want to be involved here, except that she truly didn't believe that the captured population killing each other was going to do any good.
Who are you?
She considered for a splitsecond how best to answer.
"A bodyguard," she said. It was the truth, though Harry Dresden hadn't been around in far too long. "And sometimes an assassin. Who're you?"