Aleyda watched the man cautiously. Her astute gaze took in every detail from what to wear to the scars he bore, to the way he appeared relaxed, yet the tiniest tension in his muscles told her that he could jump into action without hesitation. He was unafraid of her, which meant that either he didn't know much about her, or he didn't care because he was clearly lethal himself. Perhaps he simply didn't care to die, or maybe it was some concoction of the three. Whatever the reason, he didn't fear her, as she didn't fear him.<br/><br/>The scars that seemed to decorate his skin told of a tough past, as did the rough exterior and cold detachment. She had a rough past, too. A particularly nasty and bloody one, she simply didn't have physical scars to prove it. This was yet another thing she couldn't account for, as she had gotten her fair share of injuries that should have left her scarred for life, although she couldn't complain. She had plenty of emotional scars to make up for it, though, and far too much emotional baggage to ever hope that to find someone capable of maneuvering through.<br/><br/>His physical appearance was quite intimidating, she guessed. He was large, tall, muscular, covered in scars, everything about his physical appearance made him seem deadly and intimidating. She, however, wasn't terribly frightening or intimidating as far as physical appearances went. She was tall enough but small, her figure was lithe and almost appeared delicate in comparison. She was fit and toned, but obviously nothing close to a body builder. She had no scars to tell of the battles she had fought and survived. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, almost like a delicate flower next to the man across the room. Her presence, however, told a different story. She was confident, but not cocky, she wasn't afraid, and when she was afraid it didn't matter, she was strong and fierce, and she was a lot more deadly than she looked.<br/><br/>He spoke, which was a tad bit unexpected, but not entirely so. "And who is to say that I didn't expect them?" she questioned curiously. Her posture was relaxed and nonchalant, despite the threat that stood before her. "I expect enemies everywhere. As far as I'm concerned everyone is a potential enemy. Trust no one, expect betrayal, and it doesn't surprise or hurt you when it inevitably occurs." she replied in a simple, calm voice, giving a smile, despite the obvious cynicism that colored her words. While her own words had been simple and nonchalant, his had been cold and detached. Her own manner was detached, but in a far less obvious manner.<br/><br/>"Well, not that I haven't enjoyed this or anything, but I must ask that we move this along. I do have things I must attend to." her lightly accented voice had a light, almost airy tone to it. "Not to be insensitive or anything, but either you attack me, in which case one or both of us most likely dies, or you decide not to, in which case we can both go on about our evenings in whatever way we choose, preferably without a great deal of bloodshed." she smiled. "You are also welcome to tell me who these mysterious enemies are. I would so like to pay them a visit some time." she added with an almost innocent smile that was in stark contrast to the deadly mischief that danced in her blue eyes.<br/><br/>She waited a moment and shrugged before skirting around the room with silent ease, appearing entirely relaxed as she slipped into the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" she offered, glancing over the counter and into the living room. The loft was open-concept, so there was still nothing separating the two. "Oh, come on. Even if you plan to try to kill me, there's no harm in having a drink before we try to kill each other, hm?" she pulled two glasses from the shelf and placed them on the counter. "Pick your poison." she leaned lightly against the counter and waited.