Nikki’s delicate hands worked like with expert skills to clean the throwing knives as she heard the large man said he liked her. A smirk moved across her full lips while the cloth danced across the blade, giving it a glossy look to the silver. Her hand movements would delicately clean on blade and slide it back into place before beginning to wash another. His question made her smirk. She couldn’t believe that someone was asking her about her kill count. “That’s a good question.” She said with a grin. “I’ve taken many lives; verging in the three hundreds but my job doesn’t quite allow me to kill as many people as I want to. You’d be surprised at how many people want their captures alive.” 

A shrug lifted her small shoulders before she put away the final blade, her father’s sword. She unsheathed it with ease and grace before gently rubbing it down with the rag. “This, this blade has seen many thousands of deaths. It’s been passed down through my family generations. Unfortunately I’m the last of my family so the line ends with me.” A shrug lifted her shoulders again before finished off her final blade and throw it over her shoulder and back into the sheath as Peter presented his food. 

Smiling slightly, she picked up her food and was about to eat before she noticed Gamora coming in, the tension in the room rose even with the relaxation of the music when the two women sat across from each other doing their best to ignore one another. So far so good…