A thoughtful grin touched her painted lips at the other man's reply, as though he were used to these kind of situations. Perhaps he was, thought Dahlia, admiring his calm air if nothing else. He was like her, a vain creature, she could tell, and all ready she knew she didn't like him. Perhaps it was his way of having everything under control that she disagreed with.

She breathed her words, her answer to his statement an amused one, "What a world.."

The florist shoved her gun barrel into his hairline behind his ear, speaking eloquently from behind the handle of her gun, her finger tightened a fraction upon the trigger, a low clicking could be heard in stress. She circled behind him, the proximity making her ready for any sudden movement he might do.

"Tell me then, this mission of yours, Mr. Earpiece," she watched him closely, the business woman, wanting to negotiate, but not without his gun. Her lack of movement to get his weapon was her only peace offering, until the talking was over at least. And she was impatient.

Her voice was soothing, and rational. Perhaps she could have made for a better peace maker without the gun. She tilted her head lightly, raising a well shaped brow. "I am not one to be saved, but maybe you are. I want to know who you are and why you thought coming to this lovely place alone was such a good idea." The idea of throwing him downstairs naked was sounding more and more appealing every second.

She didn't have much of a taste for men in suits. For all she knew, he was just as bad as everyone else, maybe even worse than her.