[ As she comes in close and calls out out to him, he startles, and on automatic he turns and pulls his sickle, fitting it neatly around her throat. ]

You don't sneak up on a whitecoat, Red, that's like assisted suicide! Some unscrupulous fucks might be happy to help out if that's what pulls out your pail but I have enough blood on my hands already, thanks!

For reference, stalking is also a pretty bad idea. How did you find me?

[ He backs off a little, lifting away his sickle but not putting it away just yet. ]