"Don't worry, slick," Neen smirked, "No one here but you and me. No bats, no clowns or whatever else decided to move in recently." Gotham was a hot bed of night activity, and she wasn't talking about its club scene. He just sat there and she wasn't going to stop him, so long as he didn't suddenly decide to do something stupid. Something stupid often meant heroic nowadays. Everybody wanted to be a big damn hero, and yet this guy didn't give her that vibe. But she couldn't get a feel from him at all, just that, judging from his own rifle, he was here on some sort of business too.
"You'd be surprised how many people like to talk before they attack," Neena replied with the same casualness as if they were sitting and having a chat over a cup of freshly brewed coffee. This was business after all and since he wasn't trying to stop her, there was no reason for her to reach for the gun in her shoulder holster.
Then came the question as to who hired her. "I don't kiss and tell," she said, "And I don't bite the hand that feeds me. Last thing I need is someone hunting my ass down because I had loose lips." And then it dawned on her what that rifle he had might have been for. Hell, she thought irritably, "You can move along now. I got this handled and I'm sure you already have a full plate." She needed this job, damn it, she didn't need to deal with a stupid client that double booked. It would only figure...