"Like you broke into my shop for a goddamn photo op?" he questioned brusquely, voice low and dangerous. "Because that's exactly what the fuck it looks like." He came down from his apartment when he heard her, watching long enough to infer that she wasn't stealing, just shooting, which made this all the fucking stranger. Either she was stalking him on her own or someone sent her to. She didn't outright look like a an occult-obsessed maniac, and she couldn't have been anything but human. The lines of his scowl set deeply between his brows as he took a step further, unarmed, but imposing. "Why are you trespassing?"