Root doesn't exactly socialize conventionally much herself. She's been isolating herself since she left home over a decade ago. It wasn't entirely intentional, but something about her is off, different, unable to meld with most people. Either she's too cynical or she's too smart or she's too obsessive, but there's always something.

So she'd stopped trying, and is honestly nonplussed to stumble into both a supernatural being and an interesting conversational partner all in one. She automatically wants to test the limits here, leans by default into brutal honesty.

"I'm a paid assassin and hacker who specializes in untraceable hits," Root responds without hesitation. "Today's job was a little off the beaten path, but I won't pretend everyone I've hurt deserved it, either." There's a blistering frankness to her demeanor, an utter ownership of the moral depravity of her actions. She has lines, as she'd said, but not enough for most people.

She lets that rest a moment before finishing her thought.

"You know, we could make for a beautiful partnership."