The gray rabbit was currently sat crisscross on a mat of hers, cleaning her favorite sword, Clem had to admit, she's seen some weird things in her career and life, even been on the wrong side of other would-be assassins, but her current situation was just odd. Hefting the still dripping wet katana over shoulder, she really couldn't try to recall any time a cellphone had tried to murder her. An investigative one, at that, Clem knew since she got the letter from a trusted informant about the incoming attempt on her life that she forgot to take a different path home, so she'd be the one on the defensive again, not really the ninja's strong suit, but she was not even remotely scared of a hand-sized slab of metal, or perhaps it was 5'4? The report was surprisingly conflicting, and frankly she believed this would lead to an attempted interrogation more than it would a possible murder.
Either way, she opened her backdoor and flanked the front perch, on the off-chance anyone was hoping to catch her off-guard this morning. Not seeing anyone, Clem walked along on a merry stroll waiting for a second set of footsteps to follow her, and turned her head around wondering if she'd need to deploy a smoke bomb if they had a gun or something.
She folded her arms behind her back and watched the cellphone for the slightest movement, assuming an investigator would know not to confront her alone were they to try something. "It's nice to meet you! They say you're something of a journalist, so I assume you're here to get info about a case from me?", The rabbit lowered her head and even her voice a bit, shifting from polite rabbit girl to trained ninja. "You won't be getting any. It's unprofessional to reveal client info, and I will not greet you with pacififity if I ever see you near my home again."
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NP: Clem is a ninja, so she'll probably try to slice a vital of yours, or your throat, then disappear into the night.