Cocky little bastard, isn't he?
She smiled at the voice as it rebounded around the empty station, the echoes making its source pretty much impossible to locate. Smile still on her face, she straightened and holstered her pistol, then turned to face the "empty" station platform again. "If you like what you see so much, why don't you come get a closer look?" Her smile turned into a sultry smirk, and she began to saunter towards the faint clicking of a revolver being reloaded. Her keen eyes quickly picked out the shadowed figure of her quarry standing in the shadows, and she was suddenly embarrassed that she hadn't seen him earlier. Shadows were a poor substitute for physical cover.
Three steps into her saunter, her sword slipped off her back and into her right hand, and her jacket seemed to slink off her shoulders almost of it's own accord. "There's a lot more to see than just my ass." It slid down her arms until it was hanging on only because of the sword and scabbard in her right hand, so she switched it to her left and let the jacket fall completely to the floor, leaving her arms bare and her bosom very much in view. The corset, of course, did nothing at all to make that view less appealing. "How 'bout it sugah?" She'd heard the accent used by one of the x-men once, and it seemed to make men become immensely compliant. She never had figured out why.