The woman gives a gruff laugh. "I've seen my fair share of thugs and fools, you mean." She glances at the one Aquila is fingering, and grunts. "That one nearly gut me like a fish, just happened to get my arm in the way, then took his arm off. He bled to death while I was killing his partner." She takes a long drink from her glass, a fairly hard drink, that carries the distinct smell of something more alcohol than anything else, before answering. "Mary."