Mary turned to meet the man who spoke to her, a bit flustered. She almost dropped her knife, as she had to avoid her instinct to put the knife up to his throat. Fumbling with it for a moment, she cursed herself mentally. [u]'Perfect. Way to make a first impression. I thought we were supposed to be intimidating!'[/i] She tended to talk to herself... a lot. Luckily, she usually managed to keep it in her head.

[i]'Of course, they have to talk to me. Ugh.'[/i] She wasn't exactly a people person. She only got along with people who had knives hilt deep in their skull. Nevertheless, she put on a painfully fake smile, and composed herself. After all, she would have to deal with these people for quite awhile. "Oh, this is nothing. Just something I've picked up on the path of being a vigilante and whatnot." She said, her voice dripping with fake kindness and innocence. "So, what brings you here? Have anything fancy, or do you just like hurting bad guys? I saw a few people earlier who could do some pretty weeeeeird things." Though the question was under the guise of friendly conversation, Mary was really using it for knowledge, to gauge the competition. For Mary, everything was a competition if money was involved.

A slight frown ran over her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Where are my manners!" She said, extending her hand. "My names Mary, my friends call me Bloody Mary, my enemies call me a b*tch. Who would I have the pleasure of meeting?" She asked, dropping her knife into a sheath at her waist. The man had seemed rather friendly as he walked up, a clear indicator that they wouldn't get along.