Natalia actually slows her steps to regard this potential ally in a different light. Curiouser and curiouser indeed.

Hands flutter like wings out of pockets and settle on hips, and with a cock of her head, she reprimands him. "You know I'm going to want to know more. Those guns aren't exactly commonplace."

Says the assassin with a dark familiarity with said rifle. It's almost as if people of a similar nature are drawn to one another.