"Of course I wouldn't."<br/>Pouring a cup of coffee before she sat down with her own cigarettes Sofia leaned comfortably at the relatively safe backrest of the chair she had chosen, she wasn't the type who held the attention of a room when she wasn't doing or saying something. In fact she was one of those people who were excellent flowers for the social butterfly to dip into, her face agreeably neutral as a man came in who seemed slightly standoffish. The Stark woman whom Sofia had indeed caught a glance hugging Laughton certainly didn't seem very happy to see the man.<br/><br/>Two more entered and Sofia nodded to them before they were scolded for being late, justified in Sofia's mind as the shrapnel scars on her shoulder was the result of someone Else's tardiness, but it didn't quite come close to her large mouthful of coffee hiding the surprise at seeing a ditz with the machine gun come out of the shadows. Did she put too much trust into Iron Fist to even check for hidden people now?<br/><br/>A lot went on as Sofia finished her coffee and put her cigarette out, her heavylidded grey eyes flickering around before she sighed and stood up. She really hated being untidy and didn't have the kind of ego that got in the way to get things done, her voice inquisitive but not especially enthusiastic.<br/>"Anywhere in particular you want it?"<br/>Dragging the now dead standoffish guy would be a hurdle but she was in good shape and knew the most effective way to hoist a dead body around, the action did always make her contemplate getting her physical strenght augmented though.