Bane's long coat was closed over the vest he always wore - even here. He hooked his fingers over the edge of the furred collar, and looked at the woman in front of him. She had a familiarity about her that he could not place. She moved like somebody he knew, though he currently had no name to go along with it in his mind.
"I am called Bane." He told her.
She didn't attack, just stood in her defensive posture. He stayed in his relaxed one, which was a deception in and of itself. Bane was never completely relaxed, even when he was sleeping. The League had taught him at the very start that anything could happen at any time, and one needed to be constantly ready. He did not fear her whip, though she might have something else about her that could prove painful.