[@Rune_Alchemist]David would look at Cyl oddly, raising a brow at her as he'd go to drop his cigarette to the ground and rub the cigarette into the asphalt below with the heel of his boot. He'd go to stand up from the wall, locking his eyes onto her/him cautiously as his eyes looked over the woman for a moment. His training taught him that even the most unlikely people could be the most dangerous threats, in this case he was wondering if she was some sort of criminal. It's no surprise to him that someone like that would approach him especially in the alleyway of London, England in the year 2018, and he had his doubts on how exactly... dangerous she was due to how small she looked. He was particularly confident to be capable of stopping her from doing something if she tried, although this woman acted... odd, much odder than any other person he had ever met in his whole life. 

The man would actually be seen stepping towards her, his thought being he'd be capable of probably minimizing the amount of damage she could do with a gun, or draw her knife in a smaller distance. Although his hands stayed at his sides as he looked upon her with a set expression, nothing cold but a typical expression that held a bit of caution to such. His hands stayed wide open as he would tilt his head at her just a slight bit, a habit he has had ever since he was a young child and something boot camp never was capable of beating out of him, nor any officer or NCO or SNCO possible. She'd make note that he closed enough distance to make them only a body apart from one another, something not too awkward but something still rather close.

David would slowly stache his pack of cigarettes into the jeans he was wearing, letting said hand just dangle at his side as he would lock his eyes with hers, a sort of confidence brought on by several years of pure hazing embedded deep within his demeanor, face and eyes as he would ask her in a confident tone, "Sure, show me what it is."