"Well I'm not everyone." She snapped, "So I'll appreciate it if you'd not call me that and I won't put a dozen little holes in you." She turned her attention back to Legolas now that Rumpelstiltskin seemed completely focused on Sombre and no one else. "Well with Hook and Rumpel, I wouldn't have been surprised if you were Robin Hood. And it may not look like much, but this little gal can pack one hell of a punch, well, more like a hole... 45 caliber shot, close range, no more face, perfect portable weapon. Much more efficient than a bow, if we don't all end up 6 feet under from whatever is going on maybe I'll teach you how to shoot it."
She glared at Killian when he touched her gun, it was a special gift and she didn't appreciate his hook on it. Regardless she holstered it and turned her back on him to sort out the whole mess with Clint. He said he was an agent as well, but she'd never seen him before, and then the other one mentioned Stark and some protocol? "Is Stark an agent too then? If his protocol is to be upheld, I'd imagine he's important." Gone were her memories of drinks and dinner with her friends the Avengers, gone where the memories of sarcastic Stark and his rough way of being social. With those memories that had defined the light hearted side of her, she was an Agent above all else for the time being.
"I don't have your bloody dagger. Trust me, if I did you'd be cutting your own hand off." Killian said exasperated but at the same time quiet satisfied with the borderline panic Rumpelstiltskin was displaying. He wish he did have the dagger to really watch him squirm like the vile beast he was. When the girl, Sombre, released Rumpelstiltskin from holding his arm up like an idiot, he grinned. "Well well well, finally some manners from you crocodile, I can get used to this. Don't give him that dagger girl, he'll kill us all in the blink of an eye if you do. Best keep it secure and safe, and him under control for a change." He pulled a small flask out of his pocket and took a sip, "I can enjoy this again knowing you're not going to gut me on the spot. Not that Mrs. Henderson or anyone else here would have likely let you.