He had been a killer for far too long not to recognize another in an instant of observation. There were civilians, those who would only kill when pushed or when they thought they could do it in secret, and then there were the ones for whom it had become so natural that killing took no more thought than what he devoted to sipping at his tea.

The girl in front of him was neither, but she leaned close enough to the latter to make her disguise pointless. He did wonder whether she was on official business and trying to keep a low profile, though, or whether she also had a target. It would be an amusement if theirs were the same.

Either way, she was more interesting than the others in the square, and when he caught her eye, he offered her a slim and knowing smile. A challenge to her curiosity, bravery if she were smart enough to recognize it, and an invitation to join him if only as long as her presence could fill up his waiting time.