Her stiletto blade is her hand before he's even fully sitting down, but she's a moment ahead of him with recognition. She laughs, and it's a mistake - pain shoots through her side, and the sound ends in a gasp and a wince.

"Mr. Draper, you suit may be odd, but it's a shame to wreck anything that well-tailored."

He looks about like she feels, but she doesn't see any external wound that's more than glancing.