At the sound of crashing against concrete, the raven hared woman paused, whipping around instantly with a hand already moving to her hip. The tension in her muscles slackened only slightly at the sight of the all too familiar features of a certain businessman. It didn't surprise her in the least that he was surrounded by chaos once more; he seemed to attract every sort of danger possible. Despite her better judgement, she approached, dodging in and out of photographers and the random throwing punches that fell around her. Her hands remained free from her pockets, floating near her hips in case anyone decided to strike out at her.
It could have easily been a mistake, but suddenly there was a fist in her face and a bruise barely forming on her cheek before her sai were flipped from their place on her lips. It momentarily paused the fray around her; people stared at her with fearful eyes and a few flashing bulbs at the mysterious woman holding a blade to the neck of her assliant.