The main entrance to the suite opened as he was eyeing the knives and a pale young woman breezed into the room with long black hair and a sharp and shapely business suit in a flurry of colors like the changing leaves of Autumn. As she moved the colors shifted slightly like the suit was alive.

Her eyes instantly found him in the kitchen and narrowed with suspicion. She was studying him, judging him. Picking him apart at first glance.

"Sam Wilson?" She questioned.