Violin and Constantine
'Spider' would be an accurate description - deadly and precise was kind of her thing. She looked at him through her lashes for a moment, weighing what she saw versus what she felt. She didn't have much more to go on than her senses telling her something was different, she'd never met someone like Constantine, after all.
Interesting. "Is there something wrong with being the local hoodoo man, then?" she asked a brow arched upwards, "I rarely say something I don't mean."