The knife met its mark. With one slash, the man's throat was torn, and a few seconds later he was lying at Sayashin's feet, dying, as the blood slowly made a deep crimson puddle on the dirty ground. Sayashin snorted and leaned over, wiping the blood away from her knife using the man's clothes. She glanced towards the bags that had dropped from the thief's hands, but did not care to look in them.
As she rose, there was a scuffling sound behind her as Senervel appeared on the scene. She did not look up as he spoke, but let out a bit of a grumble when he called her actions reckless. Sayashin expected him to go on about all the improvements she could make, so she was rather surprised when Senervel asked her to evaluate herself instead.
"You want me to tell myself?" she growled in surprise, turning around to stare at him. "Well..." Her head lowered slightly as she thought back on her actions. "Scaling the building was not as silent as I wanted it to be." She looked over at the man's body again. "I could have been more patient, I guess..." Sayashin frowned. Critiquing herself was not something she was used to. "I was a little worried that he would get away. Maybe I should be more confident."