Anika turned pain filled eyes on the younger girl, her mouth firmly set. She couldn't hear the Hell Hounds any longer, and it was almost as if someone had led them away, though she wasn't going to take that as fact until she had confirmation of it. Right now, though, she frowned as she examined the girl. "I'd ask why you're still here with Hell Hounds involved, but never mind that now-didn't I see you with someone earlier? About six foot tall, wearing a hoody...?"<br/><br/>She was only asking because she knew a demon female who often wore hoodies to hide her demon appearance, one who was also the same height as the person who'd been here earlier. Of course, she'd only seen her around and didn't know much about her, but having a demon on her side for this fight would really help out big time. Speaking of which... Anika had noticed the girl's reaction to the sight of her guns, but couldn't really bring herself to care right now as she began setting bullets into the magazines ready to be used.<br/><br/>"Other than that, if you're going to stick around then you need to know how to fight. These things play for keeps." If only she hadn't missed her target! She couldn't even remember the last time she'd missed her shot, and just like her Sensei had warned, it was going to kill her. The man she'd been sent to kill... well, he wasn't exactly the nicest of people, and he had a reputation for making people disappear, too. Damn her informant for not doing his work properly...