Pixie gave a light jump in startlment when she heard Niro's voice. She hadn't seen nor heard him walking up either, she was too busy figuring a way out of this mess, a way around the big oaf, a way to get home to her kids in one piece.
The man looked at Niro then back at Pixie as if asking if Niro was for real. Pixie just gripped her knife tighter and shook her head. "I told you," she stated dead seriously, her courage coming back to her now that there was some back-up. The guy looked back at Niro and then proceeded to laugh.
"Fuck this. Have the little whore," he said. He took a step forward to parting words to Pixie, "Doesn't mean I can't come back for more tomorrow night." He moved his hand to twist a finger around one of Pixie's pigtails, but she slashed at him. "Fuck off! I don't want your business." There was fire and fear in her eyes. She didn't necessarily make the calls of whom she serviced, so she could very well still end up with this guy in the future. She hoped Niro and Lot wouldn't do that to her though. She really hoped.
The guy backed off, just barely out of the way of Pixie slashing at him and decided to give up for the night. Without another word, he left, but Pixie didn't drop her guard or her grip until he was well out of sight and hearing range.
She didn't want to cry but the adrenaline was starting to leave her and she ended up dropping the bloodied knife on the cold ground as her eyes glistened with threatening tears. "I really need to learn how to shoot," she said, picking the knife up, wiping at her eyes, and finally noticing the cold on her bare feet and the pain in her face from the bigger man's hits.
"Thank you," was all she could think of to say to Niro.