She wasn't, strictly speaking, a target. His target for the day had been one Philip LaFresque, but he didn't mind the detour once he spied her. The tattoos were a dead giveaway.

Kralie never leaves the house without a weapon. He has a switchblade in his pocket, but more efficient would be the gun he slowly withdraws from where it's been tucked near his waistband. They're on some public street, and it wouldn't do to make a display of this. That would simply aggravate human-mutant relations further.

So he waits for her to turn into an alleyway, a quieter place, an emptier place, anything. And then he raises the gun.