"Not even a silencer." She murmured in disapproval. She tilted her head a little watching Reborn do something that ended up with him holding Barelli's gun arm behind his back. It was quite impressive. She smiled slowly as Reborn used her as the threat. That was nice to hear. And she was even more flattered when Barelli's eyes locked on hers and color drained from his face. She lifted her chin a little, posture completely melting from the frightened woman to something far more confident, one hip cocked and one hand on it. "I don't believe we've formally met." She was certain the police were occupied and out of earshot before extending a hand. "Bianchi, though I suppose most people know me as Poison Scorpion." She looked at him, unable to take her hand and let out a low chuckle.

"I suppose some formalities have to be waived when you've been so careless, Antonio." Her hand fell back to her side and she waited patiently for the man to speak, taking two steps forward she lifted a hand to touch his cheek in an almost affectionate caress. "I do hope you suddenly find yourself mute. It means a little more fun for me."