She all but made the spin around with the cleaver, but Henry was already halfway up the ramp on the other side of the room. The following minute the room echoed with curses that would have made Lucifer have a hiccup. Probably for the best, this cleaver was a wicked one, nearly ten pounds and three feet of steel, perfect for chopping up a thunder lizard.<br/><br/>She took aim carefully before taking a chop at the lizard's neck. The cleaver made a chunky sound as the head rolled off the table and a small spurt of blood stained the carefully washed apron, now ruined with near black blood. As the knock came on the door she looked around. She was closest. Gaddarnit. With a few long steps she approached it before opening. An ominous made the sight just the more terrifying, because to Clarice courtesy didn't include washing off blood and leaving the soaked cleaver at the table.<br/><br/>Clarice looked down on the woman outside, running a look over her. Somehow she thought thief. Not thief though, something else. There was that special glint in her eyes, like the one she had seen in the mad gold diggers eyes, although not as frantic. Picking up a cigar from her vest pocket she gave the girl a crooked grin.<br/><br/>"Whocha 'ere for, mon cheri? No wait, lemme guess!"<br/><br/>She stroked a match slowly against the crooked doorframe and lit the cigar, taking a few puffs before throwing the match on the ground where it was immediately choked by a gust of dust.<br/><br/>"Ah do believe cha here for Miss Vira, ain'tcha not?"<br/><br/>She took deep breath of smoke and as she shouted over her shoulder she had taken a sudden liking to the same lizard she strangled the other day as smoke plumed out of her.<br/><br/>"VIIIRA! Some fancy lookin gal out 'ere painin to meetcha!"