Edmund raises an eyebrow at her posture for a second before the professional in him kicks in. He pats around the woman's legs, long enough to notice that they were lean and well-muscled, but nothing concealed. He used his hands to scan around her waist as he made sure nothing was there, perhaps a little longer than necessary, but too not long. 'Damn. She may be small, but's she's built!' He quickly sifted a hand though her hair.
"Sorry, a waitress in a Chinese restaurant once had a very thin knife-like thing in her hair. Nearly took my eye out. You don't have a breast-knife on you, do you?"
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