Tony rolled his eyes. He did have a plain tank top on under the shirt after all, though it had inched up with him tugging his other shirt off. He smoothed it back out and sat down, grateful the holster he had chosen for the day was for concealed carry. Hopefully she hadn't see it yet. One of Gibbs' many rules was to never be unarmed.
"I'd be hurt if you had a boring story after only five centuries," he said. "But really, you don't look a day over two hundred."
He sat down in a chair across from her and shifted enough to where his hand could quickly pull his gun loose and fire if he needed it when the time was right. Hopefully he wouldn't need it. As she spoke of her tale, he listened. And he saw how afraid she was of this Klaus guy. The fear in her eyes was barely discernable but he could still see it. Years of working cases and talking to people had made him observant of that.
At her pause, he nodded some. "So, you pissed off some kind of ubervamp who now wants you dead and went on the run. Then you came stateside and did what with the Salvatore brothers? What you're doing to me? Playing with them?"