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Mia squinted. How strange. She had expected him to shoot at her, or at least try to. And yet, even as she tensed for the dash across the roof, he merely spoke. How interesting. Was this a new kind of game? Was this a game of chicken? Was he seeing what she would do, as she waited to see what he did? And yet she couldn't read him, couldn't read his movements. His face was weary and experienced, his body cut up and bruised beyond imagining, and yet he still held himself as if he were a threat. A bloodied sheep with the stance of a lion. It was certainly a most interesting animal she'd come across.

The names meant nothing for her. Mia had long done away with names. When most of your 'social interaction' involved a serrated edge and a slow death, names became mostly inconsequential. She recognized people more by the way they bled than by any label they'd attach to themselves. But she humoured him, interested in the stranger's game. If he were nice, she might even play along.... "You wanna find Deon? What fun! I can find anyone, if I want to. The question is simply whether I want to." Mia smiled. It was part boast, part truth. She could track like a bloodhound, if given something by which to recognize her quarry's scent. "But you ain't looking so good. So I'm thinking that you're an easy meal for any nasty crawly monsters in the dark. No more legs to run away, no more bullets to shoot. Isn't it a good thing that it's just little old me?" Mia innocently held her hands behind her back, her claws tapping against one another.

Of course, just killing this guy now was boring. She'd come all the way out here to find him, after all. Hunting had two appeals. He didn't look like the type to scream, and in his current state and location she very much doubted he'd run very far. So she'd have to find a new game to play with him, something.... original. Fresh. After all, if she was going to hunt for eternity, she'd have to introduce some variety to keep it interesting. "Hey, I just had an idea for something. How about I help you find this......" what was his name again? Something with a D? Whatever. ".... the dude you're looking for. And then you try and kill him. But, if you don't manage to kill him, I get to do whatever I want with you. Sound like fun?" Of course, the odds of this guy actually killing his mark were fairly slim. Especially if he found the guy tonight. The game was rigged against him. But considering his position, he was all out of options. Her help, regardless of the consequences, was the best shot he had at walking off this roof alive, and he knew it.