It's becoming clear that Arno maybe took the wrong chance here, given her instincts, and the way she turns, with that arrow ready to go. There's still room to duck away, of course, or slide out of her path, or something if it's needed, though the weapon, even at so close a range could be a problem. It's just as well for Arno to flick his sleeve just enough that a small knife slips into his right hand. It isn't much, and damn does he miss having a hidden blade. Catching the knife he'd stuck in his sleeve is so awkward compared to the elegance of simply flicking his sleeve, but then, this place is what it is, and if what it is is a little clumsy, he'll have to make do for now.

And making due, apparently involves stepping closer, and attempting to hook an apple with his ankle, just in case he can kick it away even if she decides that he's bad news.

"If this were a trick, you'd already be on the floor." he answers, fully aware he hasn't backed that up just yet, his eyes scanning behind her for someone, or something to prove this with. Is killing someone who's supposed to be on your side a way to win potential allies? God knows he's done it before this anyway.

"I do this for a living. Did." He allowed an explanation, and then, spotting a rat of all things, tucked himself into a quick roll, blade at the ready as he pounced on the creature, grinning seconds later as he wrenched the knife free. "I am fast. And starving." There was a pause as he considered, then continued. "And bored. I can't cling to the ceiling watching all of you for ages. It may be strategy, but I'm TIRED of it."

That was a slight exaggeration as it had been a wall, but nobody had to know that yet.