Having been in Rocket for so long already, she knew most of the faces in it. In a faint, phantom-like way. She knew the names of people that were important to her, which usually varied in her opinion of strength and power. She, meanwhile, preferred to be seen as formidable but not recognizable. She didn't care if people knew her name, just that they hesitated before speaking to her.

It came to her as something of a surprised to be asked to join the Rocket Admin. She didn't know much about Felix Gallagher and he didn't seem the type to enjoy being perceived at all, but what did she know? She showed up because it was her job to do so.

"Felix," She said simply as she spied the man, poised against the wall. A simple address, but she wasn't familiar enough with him to say more.

Felix Gallagher

"Volchitsa."

A mouthful. No better than Gallagher, though. With a simple kick, he pushed himself off the wall, hands still jammed packed into his pockets. Jutting his chin outward, he gestured for the beast to follow him further into the Shadows of the city. It was a new moon tonight, which meant the only flicker of illumination came sourced from a few dingy yellow lights and the occasional night owl. It was even a bit hard to keep them walking straight, but Felix made do with the situation and expected the same from Marza.

"Tuco Salamanca, do you recognize that name?"

She might've, but it was unlikely. He was a nobody. A low drun dealer turned gang leader overnight. Whether or not she answered him, Felix's response would be the same.

"He's our hit."

Marza Volchitsa

"Just Marza." The name always reminded her of her father. It had the same ownership as attaching junior to a son's name. It was ridiculous, but she wasn't about to make a fuss about that.

Thankfully, the other didn't seem to be a talker, which after having to deal with Fern for so long was appreciated. Though it was humorous to imagine that this was probably going to be a very quiet mission. Imagine that, she almost forgot the feeling with her usual partner. "Should it?" In truth, it might have, at one time. She was used to mingling with the dregs of society, the little knowns and wastes of skin. Not that she had any love or appreciation for them. She could at least value anyone's climbs to power if not only for the effort required, but in all likelihood, he didn't deserve it.

"Whelp, let's go kill the sorry bastard then."

Felix Gallagher

Oh. So she was one of those. Using one's first name was a bit of a tongue twister for him, but at the very least, he made a bit of effort to keep her preference in mind.

To her question, he answered curtly.

"Leads an upcoming gang. A real thorn in our side nowadays. Which is why we're here."

To eliminate the bastard and be rid of this game of chicken between them and him.

"What's your preference?"

He looked at her, eyes darkened by the upcoming shroud of a passing cloud.

"Loud or stealth?"

Marza Volchitsa