@searoamer // starter call
This is someone familiar, and on top of that one he actually managed to etch properly into his memory -- the purple hair, etherial clothing, face as if delicately crafted of porcelain. Someone it is very important to stay away from.
Alter’s expression twists into a scowl, teeth bared in something of a warning. He’d prefer to have his guns in hand, but he knows that’s liable to end poorly. Fingers twitch instead, curling to press blunt nails into his palm. On edge, obviously, but not going to lash out quite yet.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me, Assassin.” When he speaks his voice is clipped, staccato. “Master’s not standing behind you, so I doubt you have any reason to enter my sight.” Implication: make it quick or get out.
The fact that she’s archer, not assassin, does not occur to him. After all, how many of the same face can there be wandering around Chaldea?