The Weapon studied the new man from head to toe as she wiped the blood seeping into her eye away. He didn't seem to be making any movements to cause any suspicion. Then again, she wasn't the best at seeing anything wrong in one's movement. Isabelle didn't respond to most of what the man was saying, non-rhetorical questions or not, more of just watching the man as she slowly evened her breathing. Truthfully, she wasn't sure about this man, and wasn't really thinking of taking the time to check his wavelength for anything that may mark him as any kind of threat.  When he used the phrase 'slayer' to describe her, the female nearly snorted. "Someothing along those lines." She replied, almost in a matter-of-factly way "What I kill tend to vary. Someone commiting murders, and other things in that category."<br/>As he came closer, she shifted uncomfortably, using both hands to grip her newly-caught soul closer to her chest. "Trusting a stranger isn't easy in my occupation once you've done it for a few months. Put into consideration that I've been doing this job for years." She told him, deadpanned. "Your right on the money about my abilities, though. I'm a sword, to be a little more exact." She was resisting the urge to do the stereotypical pointer-finger-in-the-air 'I know everything and you don't' gesture, just because she was nice like that. Taking a moment to look him up and down again, she definetly wasn't oblivious to the fact he looked quite physically strong, and, though she'd never admit it, was attractive as well. But being physically fit, and  being trained to fight supernatural beings were two different things. "..What are you doing, wandering the streets? You<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>know it's never safe, especially with those creatures." She squeezed a little on the red soul she had, in emphasis for 'those creatures'.