"Stay still." A few steps further, and someone watching the surrounding buildings would be sure to notice the shadow that shouldn't be there directly across from the penthouse. There had been no other building close enough to set up an adequate nest, and while shooting through the glass would create an obvious point to investigate, it would hardly matter. He would be gone well before anyone traced the line of the bullet back to this building.
Or he would if Matt didn't draw their attention now.
He pulled his eye slightly from the scope to look up. The explanation for his presence - that 'our lady' was concerned - didn't connect. It didn't mean anything more than the words as they were spoken. Worry was very far from his sphere, as was the concept of anyone else being inside it.
That more modern accent made the skin prickle on the back of his neck for some reason. It didn't surprise him anymore that Matt knew he had a gun without being able to see it, or a shot being fired.
He stared up at Matt from where he lay, flat on the floor, the rifle propped on its tripod and braced on his shoulder. Matt couldn't see the calculation happening behind his eyes as he decided that sparse answers would be the only thing that would convince him to leave.
"Target," he said. A pause, and a whistlingly empty silence, nothing but the distant sound of cars on the street below them and the hum of the building's air conditioning system.
"Ex-operative." Another calculation, a moment's thought. "Assassin." That word might mean more to him.