Scarlet gave an amused and short 'HA!' as Fenn flipped her the bird. "Damn, you've grown a pair haven't you? That's what I admire about you Fennik. Not much gets you down." He then proceeded to cover his face, shielding himself from her. The only thing visible from his shroud were a pair of large, pupilless eyes. "That's a bit of a creepy look..." Scarlet mused as she rubbed her chin. "Suits you though. Always knew you had a stronger fight in ya, it's a shame that-"

She was cut off by the man who was two heads taller than her, at least. Nevin. He was protecting Fenn from her. Everyone had a habit of protecting something from her. Geez, you torture a few people, become the figurehead of an assassin organisation, and go on a murder spree and suddenly you're the bad guy. "Tch." Scarlet's amused smirk disappeared as she crossed her arms over her chest.

She had heard a little about the Alchemist, he dabbled in some sort of blood magic. It was powerful stuff and Scarlet wanted to investigate. Something like that would have been very useful to the Crimson Hand but she may already be coming up short. He seemed like the goody-two-shoes hero type. Already sticking his nose into business it didn't belong.

Her scelera eyes stared Nevin down and without a word she took off her leather glove and reached out, tearing her hands through his shirt as though it were water. The tattered remains of this clothes fell to the floor. Scarlet calmly placed her glove back on, seeing the lines that traced his body. "Depends, exactly what you can do with that blood of yours."