Her response to his question was honest, and quick, and he was left with no doubt that she could kill someone just fine, even though it would have been her first time. It wasn't a huge shock, though; he'd sensed the killing intent in her posture as he'd approached.

He hurried forward until he found a place where they could pull to the side and listen for any pursuit. Her second remark, more crass, prompted him to come to a stop, spin, and plant his lips onto hers firmly, before pulling away as if it had never happened, and stating plainly, "I like your tone of voice more like that, Annie-chan."

His rougher, strong hands let go of hers, and he stepped away, giving her some space to absorb that, and quietly wondering if he was about to get shot. "Hah! He should be thanking me. I only saved you ammo." He looked back the way they came, and turned back. "I don't think he is following."

This instance made him feel bold. Charged. He would have to circle back at some point and find that man to finish him off. "Annie-Chan... I feel the need to get to know you. The real you." He fished out her music player and headphones, and held them out toward her.

Annie was not quick enough to see the kiss coming, nor would she ever claim to be. The wild part of the back of her mind dealt with scenarios like that, not the rational part that was in control of her day-to-day activities.

It was the second kiss she had even had in her *entire* life, and from a tall, swole stranger who'd just barely learned his name. If it were physically possible her brain would have melted out her ears.

"I can @#$%in' tell." Her accent, which was normally well-controlled, rolled out with a gusto. She didn't bother to reign it back in quite yet, because that was literally the last thing on her mind at the moment. Getting her face to calm the hell down was a first.

Raijin tossed out a joke about him doing the other guy a favor and she couldn't help but snort. He wasn't wrong. "Eh, wouldn't have been much of a waste. Pretty sure he'd have been down after two shots. Didn't look too sturdy."

... What was she even doing again!?

Raijin handed her headphones and player and now she knew why he'd come sprinting upon them in the first place. She didn't hesitate to reach out and take them while stewing over what he'd said. He wanted to get to know the real her? SO... the non-work her?

"I-"

Her smartwatch started blaring a twinkling alarm. She shut up real quick and checked it, letting out a slew of very unladylike curses under her breath. All that time wasted being a paranoid mess and she STILL hadn't gotten her jog in! ARRGH!

".... I have to go." Pressing a button to turn the alarm off, she shifted from foot to foot trying to make a decision on the spot about what to do. She didn't often give her number out to.. well... anyone really. She didn't have time for socializing and dates, other than for very important people in her life.

... but... there were ripples in the still water of her life, so... maybe it was time to try something new?

"Can I borrow a piece of paper?"

Once he produced something for her to write with and on, she scrawled out her name in elegant cursive and then added her phone number at the bottom. Just to be a little extra, maybe because she was feeling a tiny bit bold, she scrawled her number out in textbook Harigana.

... and then she gave him back his stuff and turned tail to run. She looked back once, couldn't really help it, but it only made her bush worse so she flipped back around quickly and vanished around a corner.

She swore in her response, and he chuckled, tempted to kiss her again, but resisting, as he was still seeking victory, and giving in twice would feel like weakness. She did all but confirm her duplicitous nature, and he found himself enticed by her confidence in talking of slaying the creepy man.

She took back her player, and he started to devise his next move in their little game when an alarm suddenly went off. He looked to her questioningly, and she informed him she had to go. What?! There had been a time limit?!

Annie-chan asked for a piece of paper, and he pulled out a scroll scrap, and his calligraphy brush, taking a second to dip it in ink before handing them to her.

His eyes widened as she recognized the Japanese number, and he stood staring at them for a long while as she ran off. She knew Japanese. Had she... been hunting him all along? An assassin?! Armed, she'd moved to position to slay him unawares, but she had enjoyed the game they'd played so much that she had instead chosen not to try and kill him this time?!

Smoke shot from his nostrils for a final time.

He decided right then and there, he would one day bed this woman, before she ultimately tried to kill him.