Vhalla was known for loud entrances, not only were they loud, but dramatic too. It was a flare she added on when she began taking jobs, it made her known in the underbelly of the city and she didn't mind the wary looks she received when she prowled through the streets after dusk. So, of course when she slams the door open with more force than necessary she wants to snag the worker's attention. Then again, simply opening the door with the bell attached to it would have had the same outcome but what was the fun in that?

The assassin strolls through the aisles admiring the latest models of the firearms, she did not enjoy the ruckus a gun caused, plus they were easily more trackable especially if you had a specific type of gun. Vhalla rather enjoyed the close combat with her daggers, her targets never saw her coming; she had to admit though, having a gun would make some jobs a lot easier. Who didn't like a challenge though? Finally, finishing her inspection of the weapons, she moves through the store confidently towards the fellow behind the counter and as she leans against it a feral smile stretching across her lips, she's delighted to see the hint of surprise by the way he raises his brows.

This only makes her grin a touch wider. Watching him lazily, like a cat would regard a mouse, she listens to the excuse that flows from his lips. Chuckling quietly, she walks her hand across the counter towards the supernatural in such a casual manner that when she stops at the edge of the glass, inches away from him and bats her lashes at him, certainly not in a seductive way, more dangerous than anything. Then, she suddenly trails her fingers up his tie, letting the silky material slide through her scarred fingers. It would take all but one tug to send his face into the counter, but instead she pats his chest and releases his tie. Withdrawing her hand back into her bubble, she straightens and returns the pointed look he gives her, "Now, let's not be that way, Spencer," she flashes him a smile.

Yes, Vhalla made it a point to get as much information out of her supplier as possible, it was easy enough into bullying the man into giving names and locations. It still irritated her to no end that the man had abandoned his post and fled the city. Coward. "Let's get one thing straight, I am here solely for your job that is done in dark alleys and abandoned warehouses. If you would like to play games then so be it, I should warn you that I am a very patient woman, however, today is not one of those days," she comments dryly. The assassin had a sinking feeling this man was not someone she could bully information out of unless she tortured the bastard. Something she did not want to do today.

Her daggers in her boots suddenly felt heavy. Today was not a day she wanted to end in violence yet the assassin knew she would to get what she wants. "Tell you what, I can see you're almost closed here. Perhaps you can accompany to one of those shady alleys when you get off?" she offers a lazy smile and leans against the counter again, eyes darting down to the newspaper. It had suddenly occurred to her that this man seemed a bit more old school, something she rather appreciated. Letting a hand snake out and snatch the paper, she flips it open and begins to scan the paper, ignoring Spencer entirely, "Don't worry about me, I'll just wait right here until you finish with your rush," she mumbles over the paper and has half a mind to snag his cup until she realizes it's tea he's drinking.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the mug, she walks towards the end of the counter so she's out of the way, and spreads the paper out, leaning with both elbows on the table as she twirls the length of her braid around her fingers.