Kaylin, in her full beat uniform approached her, hands resting lightly on the pommels of her visible daggers. "Excuse me, Ma'am, Kaylin Neya, Hawks and Task Force. I'm going to need to ask you a few questions," she said, ready for the woman to run, ready to chase her if need be. But as there hadn't been a rain of blood here recently, someone that soaked with blood, and armed, was of interest to the police force in this place.