[ Nikola is startled and she whips around wielding the knife in front of her with the intention of defense. She doesn't lower her guard, but the incredulity in her eyes spikes as she observes this unknown factor.

(And for the briefest second, her pupils dilate into a different shape, but it's hard to catch.)

There's no immediate symbol she can make out from his person about what agency he's affiliated with. Then again, there's no agency she can think of that employed a lanky and frail man with intricate tattoos that covered most of his surface, a fancy cane, or black sandals (seriously???).

There's a tense silence that she breaks a few seconds in.]

Depending on the blood, then I'd probably still make it worth my while. I don't suppose you're here for a harvest?