Although she hadn't seemed to move from place as her new master entered the room, a keen eye would spot that while her left hand was practicing with the throwing knife, her second had casually reached down and drawn a second.  This was more out of instinct then anything else, as she had been trained to be ready for combat at a moments notice, and she did her best to watch the newcomer as he entered the room she had chosen as her hiding spot.  She didn't allow the smoke to cause her to lose sight of the man, and if she felt any irritation to the smoke, Tasha wasn't showing it.  When the cane shot out she took three steps back and went for a second dagger, grasping the hilt but not pulling it out as she turned to the man and he introduced himself.  The look she held showed no fear or hesitation.  In fact, her eyes held a fire within them, ready for a challenge or a fight as necessary...which would be odd coming from a human that was suppose to be a slave.  Only when his introduction was over did she release her grip on her throwing daggers and place both hands together.<br/><br/>She found herself interested in the man that stood before her as her mind quickly clicked on who JC would now represent to her.  He had...interesting taste in clothing was her first thought.  In some ways it reminded her of something not to dissimilar to what her master use to wear when they had first met.<br/><br/><span style="color: Grey">"Then it is a pleasure to meet you, Dr. J.C."</span>She offered a bow.  As she brought herself back up, she threw one of her throwing knives, striking the one that was out of reach in such an angle that caused both of them to fling back in her direction.  Gracefully she caught both of them without having to move from her current position and sheathed the both of them.  In total she currently had four in plain view, with more hidden in various spots around her body.<br/><br/><span style="color: Gray">"I hope that I can serve you well, and that my abilities are useful to you.  Ummm..."</span>She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before looking back at JC.<span style="color: Gray">"How would you prefer me to address you anyway, if I may ask?"</span>She asked in a somewhat rather casual tone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>