Ziv blinked her eyes when he mentioned Collarroka and much like any other criminal, she hushed him and looked around herself, making sure no one was listening. "Are you insane?" She asked him finally, slightly nervous. "Don't speak that name so freely! Whether it's a matter of life and death or not, you'll get yourself killed in a blink of an eye if you don't whisper that name." Although Ziv could list several scarier things than Collarroka, she was very much aware of the controversies that surrounded the mysterious criminal. For instance, one of her fellow assassins had been supposedly killed by Collarroka after taking care of a very important contract. Collarroka was everywhere, watching and listening and whoever decided to stand against him or do something that would somehow compromise his mysterious position.<br/><br/>She didn't ask anymore questions concerning Meena when Drak said he wasn't to keen on going into details. However, what did catch her interest was the fact that he seemed to have changed his views on her and the little conflict that had pushed them apart earlier that day. Did this mean that Drak regretted putting her into prison? Ziv's jaw clenched at the thought of Meena finding this out. She wouldn't. Ever. It wasn't an option. She was slowly starting to realize that she was benefitting more from this situation than if the two of them were friends once more. It was unfortunate, but Meena knew just how much Ziv wanted to have a normal life and she wouldn't be able to achieve that if a charismatic and beautiful liar was taking all of Drak's attention. "Fair enough. The past is in the past." Ziv said and smiled to him. "What matters is you've decided to move on."<br/><br/>Ziv looked over shoulder upon hearing some shouting and tensed slightly. They had already wasted enough time chitchatting. She should have saved her mental games for later, but as a former assassin, some habits died hard. Drak mentioned something about a shower and she chuckled. "Sure. Why don't we make sure you don't bleed to death first, though?" She was about to help him towards the end of the alleyway when suddenly the shouting increased and Drak pulled her into a hiding spot. But instead of joining him, Ziv helped him hide before stepping back and placing a finger on her lips with a playful wink. Fine, he could hide, but she wasn't one to sit things out.<br/><br/>It was a group of six men that walked into the alleyway, one of them extremely pissed off. They hardly paid attention to Ziv who was casually walking past them, until she was directly behind them. Her hand reached for the collar of the first man and pulled him in for a deadly embrace; she slit his throat open with the tiniest blade hidden in her sleeve, before pushing him on the ground. The other five turned around, dumbfounded and hardly had time to react as the trained assassin drew her blaster and shot down two of them. Perfect shots, and yet she required little time for aiming. It was as if she knew exactly where the body's weakest, most supple part was. And perhaps she did. She wasn't an assassin just because... and she hadn't gone to prison without a proper reason.<br/><br/>The remaining three finally managed to pull out their blasters, and yet Ziv showed no sign of fear. She ran towards the man who was searching Drak for his money and before he could comprehend what she was up to, she had slammed her blade into the side of his neck and kicked him backwards into a mud puddle. Another man shot at her, planting a bullet in her gut but receiving absolutely no reaction indicating pain. Shocked, he was forced to watch her aim between his eyes and shoot. Finally, she turned her attention to the last man who was trembling from head to toe from the show he had just witnessed. He was unable to shoot his blaster straight and eventually dropped it before sprinting off. Ziv clicked her tongue in disappointment and looked over to Drak's hiding spot.<br/><br/>"Where were we? Right, a shower. Let's go, I want a beer. Or two." She smiled slightly, unphased by what had just happened. Ziv placed her blaster back into its holster, wiped her blade before attaching it once more and then opened her jacket enough to see how much damage the blaster had done to her protection suit. A nice shot, she'd give the man that. Had she not worn her suit underneath, she would have surely lost her liver.