A smirk was stuck permanently on her face as he spoke, a mix of being impressed and a slight twinge of approval. She thought that of all the people the Brotherhood could have sent, he seemed to be a decent choice. As long as that Cicily guy, if that was his name or not she was unsure and indifferent, wasn't the one she had to be stuck with. She had ran into him once and the man was clearly unstable and highly annoying. Unstable seemed to be a job requirement for the Brotherhood, but the annoying she found surprising.<br/><br/>When it came to the Dark Brotherhood, Raive was uncomfortable with the blatant killing to an extent. Not uncomfortable enough that it caused her to shy away from interaction, obviously. She had only killed once in her line of work, and it was an extreme necessity resulting in her being lectured to no end by Brynjolf for almost 2 days until Mercer finally caught on and reigned Brynjolf back in. She had an admiration for people who could kill on a whim and still manage to sleep at night and live with themselves. She supposed that they just saw the killing the way she saw the thievery and the deceit...it was a part of the job. She was a big believer that she would do whatever necessary to get the job done, a point she made to Brynjolf with enthusiasm. Stained hands be damned, she got the job done where countless others had failed, and this mindset and determination had no doubt been the reason she was the object of Mercer's bragging.<br/><br/>As the man in front of her spoke of her quick withdraw of her hand, she smiled a genuine smile. He got points for realizing that he not unlike her had habits developed from this lifestyle. Trust was something that couldn't be afforded easily, be you a killer or a thief.<br/><br/>"Memnoch....nice. Rolls off the tongue with a certain sense of disdain... and no, I wasn't told anything more than it sounds you were told. I guess we just go back to our people and tell them we met, we didn't kill each other, and we'd work together?"