Akame listened to the man. Her attention focused on the people starting to crowd outside the store. The whole mess of thugs, and rich being powerful sounded very familiar to the kingdom that she came from. It was apparent this was not home in the least. Her head nodded with the man named punisher. Their ideals, and values were oddly similar. Maybe power never shifts? Maybe the greedy remain the greedy, and the weak need to be defended?<br/><br/>She watched Chelsea meow cutely at the response of the boy. It was the least she could do. Though typically the kitten was used for more destructive matters like assassinations, and information gathering.  This must have been a new concept for the kitten. A smile crossed her lips. " The kitten is named Chelsea."  The kitten glared at her as if giving her name limited the effect of happiness for the child before they stored him into the back store-room.  Chelsea followed the boy unbeknownst to the everyone else aside from herself.  It was probably best to have the kitten watching over the boy in case it gets too bloody.<br/><br/>Her eyes watched as a group of thugs wearing trench coats, and nasty grins walked into the store. Her left hand twisted around the hilt of the sword like it was a lifeline. Then she spotted a single thug wearing some sort of hat, with a tank top, and several tattoos glaring at the clerk.<br/><br/>A mouth speaking directly to her caused her attention to fluctuate from the scuffle in front of her, to the speaker.   The words being spoken were foreign to her but she could make out the meaning was meant to be offensive. Well, whatever he thought, she was about to get into that scuffle. " I have no idea what you are saying. Cos-play? Does that exist?"<br/><br/>She made her way outside the store seeing that more thugs were starting to crowd around the fighting man. Her hand unsheathed her sword easily as if it was easy, and natural for her. The sword nearly gleamed as she held it. Naturally, her feet ran towards a man as her hand twisted the sword to slice the thug right open.  A small dark mark was placed on his body . However, unlike how the mark usually went it did not grow. It just stayed there while the man was bleeding. It took one extra slice to the chest for the thug to die.<br/><br/>Her feet, and hands continued this pattern till a thug hit her on the back of the head.  Or at least she thought she was.