She stops short in his wake, and when he turns to face her, she's standing there in the open rather than trying to appear inconspicuous, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. The dark doesn't bother her so much, but she still can't see much more than his outline here in the alleyway, and she's willing to bet he can't see much more of her, either.

"Depends."

Shit, even when he talks, she can feel that demonic energy pulsing through the air surrounding. Whatever the hell he is, it sure as hell isn't human.

"C'mon, sunshine, why waste time talkin'? Rip him to shreds! Bet he bleeds real good..."

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, exhaling to steel herself before fixing her gaze on him— her vision is starting to adjust, and while there's still several feet of space between them, it's a small distance that either of them could clear in no time.

"Is that even your own goddamn face you're wearing?"