Normally, Toji wouldn't have bothered. After all, there wasn't any money in just offing some random man. That would simply be a waste of his time. Intimidation usually worked in deterring even the most ballsy of ruffians. Well, it worked on those with brains, anyway.
Unfortunately, some didn't have that self-preservation instinct in them; that voice in their head telling them that messing with Toji would be a very, very bad idea. So... they find out the hard way.
"Nope," Toji admitted, though he scoffed. "Doesn't matter now though, does it?" His eyes finally fell on the woman, noting, of course, how gorgeous she is. He'd be a fool not to notice that. She looked loaded, too. But that's not all that he observed. Her stride, the way she spoke and more importantly, how detached she seemed talking about a man's death... ah.
Toji smirked. "I can say the same thing about you. You must be in the same business as I am." Or close to it, at least. "What do you want?"
"Not at all," Kafka responds. Not that it mattered much to her anyway, it wasn't her business to say whether it was right or wrong, nor did she particularly care either way. "You could say that, though I'm not as established here as I'd like to be." She shrugs, this wasn't really her scene and without Elio or her fellow stellaron hunters, she was just drifting along as she was now. But she wouldn't turn down getting to know anyone who could prove useful to her in some way.
And from where she was standing, it seemed in her best interests to get to know him, which is why she continued to entertain the conversation. "Oh, just a friend, really. I'm finding myself in need of like-minded people."
