It had taken time for the blonde one to leave. Dutch's plans had only included the tall one, the one that she'd seen before but hadn't gotten much of a chance to play with. That was all due to change today. She's not sure how much longer she'll be able to be here so the time to strike is now.

It's been far too long since she's really played and she's started to get antsy. So, when the blonde one leaves, she slips her way into the room, keeping to the shadows and watching Damen's lazy sprawl.

There's a knife in one hand, pointed at the floor, an action she's soon to correct. Stepping lightly, she comes up behind the couch, behind Damen and tilts her head, smiling down at him pleasantly.

And she waits. Waits to see his realization and to see what sort of action he'll take.