She stopped at the T as well and drummed her fingers on her hip. "That does sound like it up his alley, even if I am loathed to let him get some fresh air," she grumbled in consideration. "And there's the chance he's over do it and kill this merc. No, skip Bullseye for now, and any other ex-mercs in case of petty grudges. Close combat preference, minimal theatrics."