Tina was a stubborn little girl when she wanted to be, much like Amber but in a milder version. The young Largo girl stood also tall and proud in front of the killer, eyeing the fallen axe behind him with owe and some kind of fear. She raised her eyes up at him though, denying to show any kindof fear at him or back up either. She was better than that and, of course, being Luigi Largo’s cousin, knowing how to use a knife and throwing daggers under his instructions since the pure age of four, had created quite the dark killer under the wrap of the sweet and smiling presence she almost always had.
As Iggy started sxplaining to her why he was there and what he did, her eyes didn’t widened as she expected to. He spoke and she did get shocked, thought her expression remained cold and un-affected by the revalation. “A hit man…” Repeated Tina, nodding a few times and looking at the ground before looking up at him, her eyebrows knitting as he commented on the dagger she was holding, still tightly in her hand. Her grip tightened even more as he smirked, as if they were aprtners in crime now. As if he knew what she also was all along and was trying to make her admit it to him. A dark and sharp espression was written on her angelic face as a chilly breeze blew and shook the bouncy gorlden curls by the side of her face but she still remained frozen, not minding tucking her hair away, even though it tickled her soft skin.
"I…" She started. "I can throw knives since I was four and I’m twenty two now." She said with her most steady and cold voice, her knuckles truning white from tightening her hand around her long and sharp dagger by her right side. "So? What does that mean to you?" She asked with a snob-like way, as if it was none of his business to comment on her killing habits. Maybe an attempt to make him feel awkward.
Iggy could feel the impression her attribute of pride created, it showed not only in her body language, but in the way she spoke, too. When he looked at Tina, he saw two polar opposites within her. One kind and gentle, an image of perfection. This side was nervous and puppy-like, forever eager to please, and would do tricks if given the correct leverage. It didn't necessarily always work in her favour, though, or in other people's, for that matter, because deep within those honey brown eyes laid the second side to her. If Tina's boundaries were overstepped, or her kindness taken advantage of, a feral beast would be released. This had been proved to Iggy the moment she'd withdrawn the knife. The coldness in her expression also added to that theory.
He didn't feel the need to elaborate any further than he already had. She knew enough. Too much, in fact. But he figured an explanation would at least give him the slim chance of an opportunity to get out of any further trouble. If she knew his violent tendencies weren't simply in place for the sake of it, she may hold off from a trip to the Police station. Surely, the woman with the knife could understand a living was a living. That was what he hoped, anyway.
❝Wha' does it mean t'me? Well, it means you and ah ain't so unalike!❞ Iggy stated, offering her a perceptive gaze. ❝C'mon now! Ya'll throw knives, ah use an axe. Ain't that different, really, when yeh really think 'bout it. Only difference is you ain't rakin' in the cash! Might wanna rethink yeh career choices, lasseh. Talk t' the right people, an' yeh gawt yehself a gud un.❞
