So, they were going that road. Well, she wouldn't be giving herself away either. Not by name, anyway. At the comment about her bike, she gave a little nod. "Thanks," she replied. There was a slight note of pride about her bike, but otherwise, no emotion was readable on her face or in her voice. Prue was well aware that he was sizing her up, making note of the weapons she carried on her. But what he didn't know, or at least what she hoped he didn't know, was about her supernatural powers. She wasn't the quickest draw, and she was fairly certain he could out-draw her. But she could stop bullets in mid air. She'd done it before in her own world, and she'd had to do it here on occasion. Prue herself was a lethal weapon, and she had a tendency to rely on her magic and supernatural abilities as her primary defense than on guns or any other weapon.
"He made me an offer of killing for him. Thought I'd come and see if he'd follow through on it." She wasn't one for many words, not in this situation. Besides, around here, it was best to just get to the point of things and move along. Staying too long in one place could be dangerous, even fatal. Prue always got to her point as quickly as possible so she could move on quickly. She didn't like getting muddled down in details. She looked at Jason, keeping her eyes on him, though they were shielded by the black sunglasses she wore. She wasn't going to give away whether she bought him saying he wasn't Jason or not. Of course, she wasn't sure if he actually was Jason, but she wasn't giving anything away. She kept still, her hands in plain view, hanging at her sides. They were at rest, not showing any signs of being tense or ready to draw at any moment. At least not yet. She was more waiting to get a better handle on Jason and how he'd respond to her.