"Mmmmm darling, if I was playing with you, you would know it." She smiled and flushed slightly. "No, I am simply here to say that I admire your work. It has been a long time since I have seen someone with the technical almost surgical skill like you have, or I suppose like your other half has."

He paused for a moment, unsure of whether he should be flattered or insulted by the woman's compliment of the repossession. While he did enjoy watching from the side lines, taking pleasure in listening to the blood curdling screams that came out of every victim, he seldom practiced it himself. There were some assignments, however, that he did engage in. Things that he knew Nathan would pass up or was to depressed to leave his room for.

Finally, he spoke again, a slight smirk on his normally serious face. "I am not without my own skills in that area." he said, twirling the small knife in his hand a bit before placing it back in it's holster. "I do share the same mind as him.....unfortunately."

She hummed to herself and checked her nails over once more. "Oh I am sure that you posses your own skills as well." She gave a wide grin. "I prefer just chopping people to bits myself, the more blood the better I always say." Her hand returned to her pocket and she leaned differently on the wall. "Too bad about the brain thing, must be hard to deal with."

He scowled again, almost unable to conceal his ever present hatred for his mental companion and adjusted his stance, standing properly in the middle of the floor with his arms woven together in front of him. "I am constantly working on gaining control. Then, I can have as much fun as I want. Slice people open slowly, rather than precisely, and actually enjoy the experience at its fullest." He paused momentarily, thinking of how he longed to possess his own body, and his precious Shilo.

She hummed. "Sounds rather lovely." One of her boots moved to rest against the wall. "You actually have the time to take pleasure in it, where as I am at an impasse. I enjoy killing just for the kill, but alas if I step too far out of bounds my dear colleagues will come and reprimand me. Trust me, it is not fun to be scolded, at least not in that way."

He snickered slightly, his arms crossing over his chest and his stance slightly varying. He had all but forgotten the intrusion of his random house guest and had simply begun enjoying the conversation. "What colleagues are these?" he asked, now wondering if it was somehow her profession to murder people and wondering how he could get in on it.

"Uh uh uh." She waved her finger in the air. "I'm not the type of girl who kisses and tells." She gave him a wink. "You at least have to buy me dinner first, and then perhaps I may reveal my secret."

He cocked one of his brows. He was extremely intrigued by this woman who seemed to share his lust for blood, but also wary of her for he knew nothing about her. "And, what makes you think I would do that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and letting out a questioning hum.

She chuckled and nodded. "Oh, I never said that I expected it darling, merely stating what it would take to lean about my job." She moved from the wall and watched him carefully. If his alter ego that he hated so much was that bloodthirsty and that surgical, she was curious as to what he would do if given the opportunity.

He nodded and relaxed his stance, sighing in an annoyed manner and beginning to walk back towards the tiled area of the room. "Well, unfortunately I can not linger much longer. He'll get suspicious otherwise and might consult a physician, and I most certain do not want to be found out. Not just yet, anyway." He reentered the tiled area, and began to redress himself, preparing to resume the position he had been in when her first took control. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to either leave and reenter, or simply exit the house all together. I wouldn't want him to start asking questions and force you to lie. Unless of course you're interested in meeting the wanker. I can't imagine why you would."

His attire now fully restored, he moved to stand in the doorway again, the bag in his hand and his mask basking the woman before him in a soft blue tint.

She chuckled as he called his other half a wanker. However she did admit that she was pretty curious as to how his other half acted, especially since this half was so murderous and bloodthirsty. At least as blood thirsty as she was. She cocked a brow and moved out of the room, deciding to just reenter from the living room, above the murder room.

Relinquishing control, he allowed himself to slip back into his companions subconscious, leaving him standing in the exactly spot he had recalled being in.

Nathan let out a deep sigh before moving into the tiled area of the room. He tossed the cooler in his hand onto the stool in the corner, moving directly in front of the line and beginning to disrobe in haste. After each item of plastic clothing was hanging before him, he moved to the wall to retrieve the hose, immediately turning and blasting the objects with water. He sprayed everything, twice, then moved the water to the floor, removing any and all traces of whatever blood had been there.