Rayna stood still as he leaned in, chuckling. She said nothing, trying to remain stoic. She didn't need to appear any weaker, her gender did enough of that for her. She watched as he turns away and looks at the man on the ground. She couldn't tell from his body language whether he was pleased or disgusted with his own actions. His words earlier about her not knowing what he had done could just as easily had been a bluff, instead of a boast.<br/><br/>Without turning around, he throws something at her. A belt. The dead man's belt. Rayna picked it up between two fingers, resisting the urge to shudder at the thought of touching what used to belong to a dead man. Without making a sound, she slung the belt around her hips,having to pull it tight to keep it secured. She slid the knife into the 'sheath' as the man turns back to walk towards her, blood covering his hands. She only blinks once, determined not to let any emotions show, whether they be good or bad.<br/><br/>"I see you don't want to tell me your name." She said, crossing her arms. "Fair enough, but at least come up with a clever nickname or something, so that I don't have think of you as 'that guy'."