Still straddling the high wall, he kept the rifle at an easy rest against his shoulder while he allowed his gaze to sweep the roof once more and make sure she was alone. He'd hate to be the one that was indeed baited into a trap and have to blaze his way across town again, he'd avoided Gotham City whenever possible. Too much trouble to do most jobs here. Sometimes it was fun, the challenge of planning around all of the costumed vigilantes and power-hungry gangsters and most of the whack-a-doo criminals that were themed like some sort of trippy adult Halloween party. But most times, it was more hassle than it was worth and he'd simply blow up the plane or poison their drink at the next airport. But, tonight had been ideal. A low-level criminal transaction, nothing important to anyone who knew about it. Which is exactly why he chose to act. All of the big guns wouldn't bother with the simple drop-off, leaving it to their lackeys and waiting for a bigger fish to take the bait. Most costumes he could handle, but it was hard to keep yourself out of jail AND put down your target when you had one of these guys chasing you all across the notoriously crooked city.
His lack of aversion to firearms helped a great deal, as he was damn good with them and wasn't afraid to put down an enemy permanently. Of course, he was one of the finer hand-to-hand combatants today as well, but he preferred to use his tactical advantages where he had them. And guns were a distinct advantage in this town. Looking back to the oddly-colored woman with the gun pointed at the window, he peered through his own scope at the two men in the room and could only smirk a bit. When he spoke, it was still polite and conversational in a voice that was completely devoid of discernible accent. A trained habit by this point in his career.
"I imagine if I were going to stop you, we'd be in the middle of that 'negotiation' or the conversation would already be over." The Soldier made no prideful boasts about how he could stop her if he wanted or played at building himself up as some dangerous killer. Simply stated facts that no one intent on saving one of these men would be here calmly discussing the merits of the action with their would-be-slayer. Instead, he chose to sit and watch for now and engage his curiosity by passing the time. He didn't spend ALL his time killing and shooting, but the time he was able to spend with another person was usually fairly limited. At least since the ordeal a few decades back. "So, who hired you? Or is that privileged information?" He figured it couldn't hurt to ask. Well, it could hurt. A great deal. But, if she was so likely to shoot him, she would have done it already.