Aleyda was not dumb enough to think that emotional scars were ever so hidden as they may seem to most. The thing was, most people didn't know where to look, especially if one was as skilled as she was at hiding those scars. She didn't expect such incompetence from the man before her. She expected him to see something, even if it was simply that she had some scars from her past. The specifics were harder to read, although, given a little time to speak with someone and watch their little quirks, she could their past like a book simply on these things, usually to the T. There were always tells.<br/><br/>"While I have no doubt that my current predicament traces back to my family, given that everything usually does, it is unlikely that they are directly involved. Not that I would necessarily have put it past many of them. As I'm sure you well know, they are all dead. It's a curious thing for someone to kill an entire family, but they did. Every aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, great aunts and uncles, they are all dead. Except me, obviously. And I do prefer to keep it that way." she smiled. He had likely not expected her to hear it, and if she were normal, perhaps she would not have, but she wasn't normal. Truly, she didn't know what she was, exactly, only that she was not your average, ordinary, every day human.<br/><br/>She gave a smile when he raised his brow, but she said nothing as she placed the glasses on the table and watch him slip the blades back into their places before he walked over and leaned into her personal space. Lucky for him, she wasn't jumpy, nor was she afraid of being physically close to someone. She wasn't the least bit surprised by his request. "Suit yourself." she shrugged, retrieving two bottles from amongst the neat collection she had. She wasn't a fan of the stuff, and she was well aware of the fact that it was technically illegal, but she didn't particularly care. She poured him a glass of the stuff that might as well have been poison, before pouring herself a glass from the other bottle and sipping on it as her eyes searched and studied him, all the while appearing to merely be looking at him.<br/><br/>"So, what happens next, then?" she questioned with a tilt of her head as she leaned casually against the counter, not caring if she was in his space. He had invaded hers, she had to reason not to do the same. She sipped her drink as she watched and waited.