Karis lets Javert go in first and then trails in after him, eyes gleaming in the dimness of the broken-down building. She's eager. She hasn't actually gotten her claws into anyone yet - not that deep, not enough to kill. To wound, yes, but she hasn't gotten herself any kind of decent score just yet. The knowledge that there's someone trapped in here with them (or as close to trapped as they can be) sets her on edge. It's a good feeling. It's anticipation.

Her voice is a taunting, sickly-sweet sing-song, a rasp from out of the gloom, "Knock, knock..."

She grins, showing off all of her teeth as she starts to stalk deeper into the building.

"Oh, we don't want a whole lot. Just a bite to eat. You know, cup of sugar, give to a needy neighbor - all of that kinda stuff. You can spare something, can't you?"

She's talking like a this is perfectly normal. Like she really is here to borrow something and then go on her merry way again. There's a distinct tone of menace to it, though. Beneath the false, sickly cheeriness there's a gleeful sadism that starts to bubble to the surface. Then it comes boiling out in a nasty-sounding chuckle.

"...if you fight, this might hurt a bit more than it has to."

She wants him to fight. She wants to make it hurt. It's why she's here.