Quitxi's eyes narrow very faintly at Sophie's gesturing, and she secretly palms a kukri knife from the folds of her garment somewhere under her offhand arm.  (sleight of hand check below) She scoots the table from her with one lifted foot, and tips her face to one side at the white-masked gentleman speaking.<br/><br/>"Your job's blown.  Cut your losses and run," she says flatly, not attempting to intimidate him, but rather informing him, offering her advice.  She doubts he'll listen.<br/><br/>So rather than springing up to attack, she holds her ground, looking like a languid-stretching puss in boots as she eyes the thieves-- no, not thieves, not even brigands--<i>thugs</i>.<br/><br/>Despite her laid-back appearance, she's ready to strike at a moment's notice... her off-hand visibly rests on the pommel of her short sword, though it's not the weapon she's readied, and her muscles are coiled like serpentine springs, ready to burst into motion.  She holds her attack, and if any of them make for her, even to offer her a pinch of snuff, she plans to hand them back a pound of their own flesh.<br/><br/>(rolls:29 for Sleight of hand: http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=1899<br/>9 for Initiative *sigh*: http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=1900)