Elza's boots echoed down the alleyway as she slowly sauntered over to her fallen victim. She had nothing against him beyond interrupting her moment of peace. With Sturm hanging down at her side, the gunner sensed another approaching the area right as she stopped and stood over the prone form. While she may have been eyeing the fox-woman at the other end of the alleyway, she hadn't taken her attention from the man beneath her.

This woman's words had momentarily caught her attention. The coolness behind it could have led others to think she was an assassin (or something similar), but Elza didn't sense an air of danger around this woman. So... she was something else? What, she didn't yet know.

"I know quite a number of methods if needed," Elza mentioned as if she were talking about the weather. "But I don't work for free."

Stepping forward, she placed her boot on his chest to hold him in place while Elza glanced down at him and smiled. "This... this is for interrupting my drink."