He would have been disappointed if she hadn't immediately began to look for a way to evade him, but he could also see the moment she knew that any running wouldn't work out for her. He had put himself strategically enough to make it clear that the flight option had been taken from her, so it was either freeze or fight. Let it be said that no one who survived the Soviet Red Room would freeze, and there would always be room in their lives for fighting. It's what they were made to do almost as much as blending in was. That she pulled a knife on him wasn't at all surprising, but he was currently out of her direct range, though he supposed that she could throw. Doubtless she had multiple weapons.

He had his metal arm covered with a jacket and a glove, as like her, he wasn't about to draw unnecessary or unwanted attention to himself in public. However, her assessment was wrong as he hadn't actually been testing her skill; he had been confirming that she had it, nothing more, nothing less. "And what's in there that requires that kind of thought and defensiveness? I suppose it would be something related to who you are or where you came from?"

The Soldier read the unspoken aspect of the question and dropped his casual stance. Instead, he crossed his arms loosely over his chest, removing a small amount of his threat level. "Information," he said simply. "You... remind me of someone else, and I want to know more about that person. You're going to tell me."