Dropping down with athletic grace, she keeps her eyes trained on him. She may not come with any intention of fighting, however, one must be ready when dealing with a skilled person such as Hanzo. Talon had informed her about how much he could be useful to them, how they could achieve certain things with him working for them. Widow knew better though, they would mistreat him like they did her, they would strip him of everything he was and make him submit to them. Would they go as far as brainwashing and conditioning him? They could, considering how often he rejected their offers.
Head tilted, a glowing gaze raises to his while a smile lifts the corner of her lips, “Kindness.” She scoffs back while beginning to circle around the taller man, “Nothing I do is out of kindness, I am incapable of such a thing.” Her hands go to link behind her empty back, she didn’t bother bringing her gun, she had no need of it. That didn’t mean she didn’t have anything on her person, she had hidden knives strapped to her thighs and forearms, one at her ankle.
“Talon always gets what they want, chéri. And they won’t stop until they do.” After a round around the man, she leaned against a wall and crossed her arms over her chest, “They made me kill someone that I…” She had to stop for a moment, decide if this information was worth giving up. After all, it could give Hanzo power, “I want to free myself of Talon and perhaps you could aide me.”
His eyes follow her form as she drops to the ground, a slight FLINCH in the process nearly impossible to see before he’s steeled up again. He hardly trusted her, even if she had yet to raise a weapon against him. His gaze continues to trace the circle she creates around him as she speaks, searching for any sign of DECEPTION. Based solely on her tone and nonverbals, he found no lies, but nothing else either. Her visage was built to be unreadable, and it did it’s job well. He turns with her, facing her when she leans on the wall, her final request breaking his steely expression in the form of a raised eyebrow.
There was a moment in her words - the smallest fraction of a second where he saw a MELANCHOLY. He would note this for later.
“I do not fear Talon or their wrath,” at this point his bow returns to his back, steady, dark eyes trained on the assassin. “They have posed little issue to me in the past, and that fact will not change regardless of how much they DESIRE me.”
He steps no closer, but his head does tilt slightly, arms crossing, “surely you are aware how difficult you are to trust - even if you do, truly, want to be free of Talon, why do you need my help in this?”