Isolde noticed his raised brow and laughed, ferreting in her pocket for the packet of cigarettes that were, miraculously, not bent out of shape. Flicking the lighter, catching the spark and holding it to the cigarette that she'd placed in her mouth she took a long drag, exhaling slowly. Some people had a cigarette after sex - granted Isolde did that too, but there was none she liked better than when she'd beaten down some butt ugly creature and stamped him off the face of the earth and nether realms.

She looked back to him, holding the cigarette in her hand and the packet in the other. She gestured towards him. "Want one?"

Matthew thought about his pack for a second, but felt it crushed in his pocket, "Sure." He pushed himself off the wall and went over to her and got a cig from hers. His lighter was ok though, he thought as he lit up and drew in from it. He took the cigarette from his mouth for a moment, "You were...interesting...back there."

His choice of words humored him, interesting. It summed up everything he saw pretty much though. Just interesting. It wasn't everyday he saw that sort of action. He took another drag, exhaling with his usual smooth and slow breath, watching Mysterious over there through the rising smoke he'd just let out.

Isolde considered him a moment then laughed, shaking her head slightly, as if disbelieving of the whole situation. "Yeah well - you weren't so bad yourself. Haven't seen those moves pulled in a while." She watched his mouth discretely as he smoked, bringing her eyes back up to his as she took another long breath from the "death stick" as many of her friends called it.

"So tell me. You don't seem to be the usual jack-the-lad, wander-the-streets-at-night, beat up demons in his spare time, type of guy... you seem a LOT more practiced, and I'm guessing this ain't a hobby?"

He chuckled a bit, "Well, spare time is really all I have now." He flicked his wrist a bit, letting the ashes flutter down, "I was picked up and trained by a demon hunter organization when I was a kid, but..." he trailed off for a second, "..that's in the past now." Just after that one sentence, his usual defenses went up, not opening up to anyone since that long while ago. He might've answered as much as she wanted to know anyway. If she really wanted more, maybe another question later. He threw the small remain of the cigarette after a last drag to the ground, crushing it with his shoe.

He looked to the crumpled remnant on the floor, letting his thoughts go by. He hadn't trusted anyone since that little hunting club, he noticed. He raised his head again, only to change the subject, "What about you? Not too plain yourself.." He kept his gaze to her eyes, he didn't know if he was trying to read them or what. Probably. He usually did that for his trust issue. She seemed different, but many people have separate definitions of 'different' than him. And his was always the one he went with.

Isolde smirked, tilting her head. So he wasn't so dissimilar to her after all, just as she'd expected. She lightly puffed on her cigarette, looking about for a second then moved over to an upturned bucket, choosing it as her place to sit. Kicking off her shoes Isolde sighed, cricking her neck where the muscles had only just decided to stiffen.

"Sorry, but my feet are killin' me, " she explained, and after yet another drag she too put out the cigarette. Raising her eyes to meet his again she began to reply, her manner offhand and casual. "My story's kinda... the same, to be honest. My family, they were taken by some evil uglies like those guys, " she gestured to the corpses on the floor, "when I was eight. These government blokes came to try save them but they were, obviously, too late apart from me. I got brought into something called The Guild, trained, altered, brought up with all the rules just to fight the evil that walked the streets. It's been my life for over ten years..."

Matthew had never really thought about someone being the same, however. He went back to the wall and leaned on it, listening to her story. He was surprised she'd actually told hers after he had hardly said a thing. People just loved his friendly attitude.

"Seems to happen to a lot more people than one would think. You're attacked by some demon, then get picked up by a group who saves every person in the world.." He shook his head, except for the people you really care about saving, he thought. He looked away to the deserted road from the alley, thoughts running around again. Since recently, he tended to think a lot right after a fight.

"What's your 'Guild' like?" He turned back, wondering. He'd heard of most of the demon hunters, just by being asked to join many of them, but this Guild was a new one to him, "Or is it a classified organization.." Everything about the supernatural was classified now. Nobody could know anything it seemed.

She laughed dryly, shrugging. "I can tell you what its like, for sure, just not the assignments and shit. It's pathetic really - we can save people but not tell them what we just saved them from. Anyway yeah... the Guild, it's alright. A lot of time spent together within the bunker, which is our base. We have a good friendship - there's not one of them I don't know or spend time with, have a laugh with... our life pretty much consists of friends and assignments. Fighting. That's it, " she shrugged, leaving out the bit about any romance that might come their way. She'd never quite been able to handle that.

There were some things about life at the bunker she didn't like to discuss, which now came into her mind: she sighed, looking anywhere but him for the moment before she brought her eyes to rest on him. "So sorry - I haven't even introduced myself. Name's Isolde, " she smiled, standing and extending a hand so he might forget any strange behavior she'd been showing.

Pathetic was a good word for it all. How hard was it to say, 'It was a demon' to someone?

Who knows.

"Friends and assignments." He thought about it. "That sounds...nice." He thought he had friends during certain parts of his life, of course, that was a common misconception on his part. That 'Guild' sounded much better than the last place he'd worked at though. It seemed she was holding things back about her life too now, however. Talking about work seemed to do that in this business.

"Ah, Isolde. I apologize as well.." He took her hand, "Matthew...Reeve." He smiled a bit; he didn't do that enough. Didn't have anyone to smile at usually.

"Well, Matthew Reeve it's a pleasure to meet you, " smiled Isolde. After shaking his hand she put both of hers on her hips in a casual stance, looking about her. "The Guild is nice... could do with a few more interesting bits to it, new faces..." She glanced at him before shrugging, as if dismissing her own thoughts.

"Anyway..." she said, getting off the subject. He didn't want to talk about the Guild, surely. "I normally don't ask this to guys I beat the shit out of demons with, but do you fancy a drink? I'm parched and cigarettes can only do so much."

"As it is meeting you, Isolde." He moved his arms back to his sides after shaking her hand, listening to her mumbles. It might be nice to start over with a new group. It sounded like the work was ok and it sounded like she had real friends. He was actually considering joining that 'Guild' of hers.

"Well, if you don't usually ask, I can't turn down this one in a lifetime offer then, eh?" He stepped aside, as it seemed she had a place in mind, "Where to?" A nice JD and Coke sounded good about now, really.