The man pulled out a weapon and Gemini's eyes widened, staring at the very alien technology. It was like no weapon she'd ever seen, and as it drew over her clothes something curious happened; the fabric melted, coloured wool oozing into blue goo where the weapon passed, drawing an involuntary hiss from Gemini and a look of anger before she regained her composure. She wasn't going to back-down but for the moment neither would she attack.
"Want to know a little secret?" She leaned closer, heedless of that threatening blade, an amused smirk on her face. "I don't have a heart." Her eyes flicked to the glowing red sword and then back to Glasya's face, assessing. "That really is a beautiful weapon, stings a little," she cocked her head smugly, hiding her inner worry carefully. Even a blade such as that would not be enough to kill her, but it had hurt and that alone had her taking him seriously, but more than that here was someone after her own heart, cold, ruthless, perhaps she would listen to what he had to say.
"I'd stay out of there," she tapped her forehead lightly, feeling the tell-tale signs of intrusion, "my mind's not a friendly place for telepaths." There was movement on her chest, the gooey line rippling and smoothing back out into undamaged clothing, the acrid smell of burnt rubber abating. "What kind of job are you thinking of?" She asked curiously, her mind full of questions, meeting his stare with a cold amusement similar to his own.