Evan remained silent for a bit, seemingly ignoring what she had said before responding, "You are no lady. You are a weapon." He stated it as though it was the most obvious fact, "And I didn't keep you waiting. In fact, I arrived about ten seconds early." He scratched his chin, his eyes unwaveringly locked onto the dark horizon, "No. . . Or perhaps I should say yes. Things got messy but my suit is intact and no one is the wiser. I'll need to take the news paper for tomorrow to see who got killed in the hotel's collapse." He wondered briefly if she was going to reprimand him about demolishing an entire building but decided he did not care.<br/><br/>Moving swiftly onto another. . . less dangerous topic, he asked, "So are you still having the habit of walking up to the target and killing him at a distance which would cause the blood to spray onto your clothes?"