'But,' she paused, now fully turning towards him,'I like to make an entrance. Even if there is nobody to see.'
The gun was not touching her directly now, but it hoovered in the air, an inch or two away from her neck. The fact that he hadn't shot her the moment he saw her, if only to wound her, was encouraging. Iris watched him more intently now, her eyes lingering way too long over anything they saw.
'I love your jacket,' she noted, her gaze falling at his hand, suspiciously tucked away. Oh, please, she thought, so painfully obvious. She raised her eyes once more, staring into his, the corner of her mouth quirking upright. 'My name is Camille,' she answered, before she bowed curtly. Then she tilted her head and looked at him, 'True or false?'
Before the man could react, she slipped the thin, sharpened blade which rested into her sleeve right into her hand, the thumb against its naked surface. A twin blade lay in her other hand. She collided her body on his, forcefully enough to push him towards the nearest wall. The impact couldn't have been strong enough to hurt him greatly, so Iris did not wish to let him regain his senses from the shock. Her right hand shot out to grab his wrist, pounding it against the concrete and pressing hard until he could feel the blade. Her left hand, barely seemed to touch him, but she made a slice along his arm before she stopped on the same spot- his wrist.
'Now, here's what you don't know...' she drawled, never relieving the pressure of her grip, 'you might try to overtake me or even more rudely, you may even attempt to kill me. I don't want your blood. Just your guns and your ammunition. Make a single move and this,' she pointed with a flick of her head towards one of her blades, 'will be pushed -without any significant effort- right into your flesh, severing all those tiny, colourful strings that allow you to move your hands.' Without shifting further, she took a quick step back and brought her knee up against his crotch abruptly. Not that it'd cause any fatal damage, but it'd be enough to daze him.
'Imagine how your life will be when your trigger finger no longer obeys you... I don't believe it'd last very long.'