Being an assassin requires one to read more than just text and print. Your fingers are worn, you look as if you've seen a lot of action and combat judging by the minor scrapes and cuts along them, unless my eyes deceive me.

Your body language as well. You're keeping your hands in your pockets, as if prepared to leap at a moments notice in case I might be of danger to you. Not to mention that look in your eyes..

[She's only a few inches from his face, looking at him dead on as their eyes connect.]

You've seen things.. Terrible things which words cannot do justice. You share the gaze that many men of the sea share, yet you seem to have a good handle upon such memories.

[She backs away, leaning against a close by pillar, arms crossing over her chest as she continued to watch him.]

I am no danger to you, Doctor. Rest assured my days as a hired killer are long gone, but it's hard to give up on old habits, wouldn't you agree?