[Oh, goddammit. It was going to be like dealing with Otho. Worse, actually. Otho was under strict orders not to lay a finger on her. Still, she wasn't going to take this lying down. Taking a small breath, she steps back out from behind Vulpes to stare the Italian right in the eye. She's still smiling, but her voice has an edge to it.]

I am quite the markswoman, better when I'm not injured. I'm quite used to sleeping outdoors, though I usually stick to hiding out in ruins. I'm also pretty good at getting into places without being noticed. How do you think Vulpes got his ripper back the first time?