Violin and Constantine
Violin laughed at that, it didn't quite reach into her eyes, but she was amused nonetheless. "Fair enough, whether money or time, it is well saved for other things than cooking." She dusted her hand off on her pants, once satisfied that there was nothing left on it, she took his hand.
Her grip was firm, strong, skin worn and obviously used to weapons versus the stereotypical female jobs, but what stood out the most was that her skin was a bit cooler to the touch than anyone else's. "A pleasure to meet you John." she tilted her head downwards at him, that smile wry.