The kind of secretive comings and goings meant that Sango wasn't exactly surprised to see the knife; her eyes found it first, but stayed there only briefly before curiously examining this person.

She had been expecting a man, perhaps, but had little idea other than that he was good at being quiet. A tall, middle-aged knife-wielding tattoed Russian was not exactly her first guess, though.

"Well, I do sort of live here," she replied calmly, not moving from her seat. Kirara lying beside her had woken immediately at Nikolai's entrance and now eyed him warily with her bright red eyes. "And I've noticed you do too, so I figured that maybe we could introduce ourselves."