Tyki was always listening even as her reflection kept taunting her. Dark Hunter was something he'd store for later just in case she ended up sticking around. He tried not to gather information on those that visited seeing as not everyone ended up contracted. This was just too interesting to pass up.

His hand extended with his palm up in an offering to take her hand and if she accepted he'd find his touch light and reassuring of no ill intentions. It's then that he'll take his clean handkerchief, usually tucked into his spare pocket, and will wrap it around to soak up the bleeding for now. It's a gesture more than anything else.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Winkle. I am Tyki Mikk. There isn't any real way to quiet them. They see into your soul, your very future. You can either leave or destroy them but I wouldn't recommend the latter. There are far too many."