Well, alright. The knife-twirl gets a bit of an impressed smile out of him; she looks like she knows what she's doing with that, at least, so maybe he has nothing to worry about. Ladies are surprising him left and right, lately.

"Do I look nervous? I say let 'em come." He balls his left hand, his vigor hand, into a fist, but that just brings on another semi-nauseating wave. Guns-only, it is, then. "And what kinda profession's that?"