"But you forgot to factor in eccentrics and air-headed traits of a person! Perhaps I just fail to understand the dangers of the word 'assassin'." Of course her little deception would fail. If it did not, she would be quite at a loss for the level of assassins nowadays. However, their conversation seemed t have been cut short, as someone came flying out of the vents with the force of a shaped charge. Shifting her grip on her umbrella, Sasha almost burst out laughing, as she beheld the sight of Lucifer trying to shield her from harm, despite the difference in height. It was almost cute, in a desperate sort of way.

Although, what came out of the hole where the vent used to be, or more accurately, who came out, Sasha immediately sighed in exasperation. Why was she here as well? Just what was with her luck? Watching as her rival oh so easily knock out the masked person, before turning her attention towards the Russian. "Too small of a world, if I'm seeing you again so soon." A casual, yet bored response was all Itsuko received, before another sigh punctuated her sentence.

Quickly though, her expression changed into one of amusement, as she pretended to think. "Istanbul? Ah, I left you in the wake of the accidental detonation of flammable cargo onboard that train." While speaking, she had lifted the umbrella, and was prepared to fire, if it were not for the fact that she was grabbed. "Oh my."

With such a lackluster reaction to the dangers unfolding around her, Sasha couldn't help but to smile. While she wasn't permitted to kill without orders, she was allowed to fight, especially in the so called 'self-defence'. Loosening the grip on her umbrella, she allowed the tip to swing down, before  tightening her grip when the tip was pointed at the foot of the one holding her. With a click, and a gunshot, a [url=http://electronics.howstuffworks.com/gadgets/other-gadgets/taser-shotgun-shell.htm]clear cylinder[/url] was fired, impacting against the crease where the foot connected with the leg. A second later, the man convulsed, letting go of Sasha before collapsing on the ground in a twitching heap. 

Quickly raising the umbrella, she opened the parasol, the armored shell glancing off the pipes and blunt weapons with ease. Taking a quick leap backwards, her gaze shifted between the combatants holding makeshift weapons, as well as Itsuko with her handgun.