Haya sensed someone else was within her home. She was gifted to say the least. She reached into her dresser drawer. Pulling out a small hand gun and slips it into her shorts. The thong underneath hid little of her rear end but she was taught at an early age to use her body as a weapon. Well...for the most part anyways. She silently sneaks through the building. Leaving the kitchen as part of the shadows. She appears behind him. Then the sound of her gun clicking as she pressed it to the back of his head. "Why are you in my father's home?" she asks with amusement and seriousness mixed in with an attempt to hide the fact she was a bit afraid of why someone was in her home. "Did papa's men send you? If so why? If not get out before I blow your brains all over the kitchen floor. The smart house will remove that evidence." she says. Her voice trembling in a clear indication she really was afraid but hiding it pretty damn well. She hears another's approach as the house spoke. "Young mistress...there is a man approaching. Should I send out the droids?" the male voice asks. She shakes her head. "No...not yet. Maybe he will get this one out." A sound had her jumping and turning her gaze towards the door the detective would be approaching.