Killing someone was easy - human life was fragile at best. It was everything else that made her job so dangerous. Getting away with it scott free, for example. Or avoiding collateral damage. Family. Friends. Lovers. You had to consider the venue, the method, the extraction. With high profile targets, you had to be extra careful. People would miss them; they would want answers. And it was part of her job to keep them from asking the right questions. Which was why she often killed them with no magic. She used it to help her, of course, for cleanup and such. But the actual act that took their life was often something muggle-related. She favoured blades, personally. Quick, quiet, and almost always led to a muggle investigation.

Montgomery Wiltshire went the way of the warrior with a knife to his carotid. He had just enough time to be shocked that he was being killed by a woman and raise a useless hand in self-defense before she sliced him open and turned to begin vanishing various expensive items from his bedroom - jewelry mostly, probably his wife's.

That was when she gained company in the form of a co-worker - for lack of a better word. Cutter and her had crossed paths a handful of times in the past, but she didn't know a great deal about the man. And she honestly didn't care to know so long as he stayed out of her way. Turns out that that night she was in his way.

"Emphasis on was. Next time perhaps you won't dawdle so long," she replied evenly, continuing her work, but keeping him in her line of sight. No, she didn't expect him to kill her, but she also wasn't stupid. Or trusting. Which, in her mind, were one and the same. "And I don't give out my client's names. Bad for business."

She moved from the room, intending to go through the house quickly, making it look like a robbery gone wrong. Nothing unusual here, folks. Just muggles being muggles.

"Look on the bright side - you get a night off. You're welcome."