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Interacting with: Taka [@1Charak2][/center]

Although she might not have known it, the woman's question immediately confirmed his suspicions of her. Magi and magecraft weren't exactly well-known subjects, so by asking that question it told him, with very little doubt, that was in fact also a Magus. The fact that he couldn't see her hands was concerning at best, but he maintained his mask as he delivered a plausible lie with a sheepish grin.

[color=dimgray]"You're pretty sharp, lady... Yeah, I'm a magus, but I wasn't really that good with anything..."[/color]

A sheepish and a little derisive chuckle 'slipped' out, but behind it James felt the urge to draw his gun. This woman was hiding something, he knew she was. That was the impetus of Magi after all...

[color=dimgray]"What about you? The only people that usually know about that kinda stuff are magi themselves."[/color]

Careful not to let his mask slip, James made sure he had most of his weight on his back foot as he spoke, mindful of the woman's hands. He was keeping enough distance that he would have time to react should she strike, but close enough to quickly counter attack. Just to make sure, he quickly contacted his Servant. He could feel Archer's presence on the rooftops, through their connection, but tried to limit the profile of the link between them. 

[i][color=dimgray]"I don't like this at all. Keep an eye out for any hostile Servants, but make this woman your priority if she tries anything."[/color]

[color=black]"I'm not sure it's wise to focus all of our attention on one person. As you said, there may be more of them around."[/color]

[color=dimgray]"Hmm... I'll trust you on this one, but be ready in case I need you to attack."[/color]

[color=black]"Of course."[/color][/i]

Back at the conversation at hand, James appeared to be waiting patiently for her reply. His eyes travelled across her profile slowly, in a way that wouldn't attract any attention until they caught a glimpse of something steel-grey in colour resting just below the cut of her top. Before he could investigate any further, he moved his eyes back to her face in a bid to memorise her face. After all, she had just turned into a HVT.