[ her eyes widen -- momentarily like those of a baby deer suddenly caught in the hunter's sights. to her credit, she manages to look more frightened than guilty. being a young gamine helps in times like this. ]

'Fraid I do mind, sir. I mind it very much. For my own father once told me to never bare my neck to a stranger when there are knives within reach. [ flip the topic, robin. make him the untrustworthy one, not you: ] I don't even know you, do I? You could be one of those lunatics who likes slittin' throats.