[color=007299]"Don't mess with the poor dude either way I'm done spilling my life unless I get a name from you. " [/color] Her voice was rather stern. Still with that trickel of mystery that always laved her words. A whosh of something being thrown passes by her ear. He missed, she had given the guy a perfect opertunity and he missed. 

With a new smirk on her face to she turns to face the mercenary. [color=007299]" You know blood does well mixed with wine. "[/color]