[Not being with the authorities means that she's listening to him, at least. But the weapon isn't lowered, and the cautious look of disdain isn't wiped away either.]

Then who are you with? It has to be someone. No one would willingly come up here without an agenda.

[The remark about her aim isn't lost on her, and the longer it has to sink in, the more it pisses her off. So she acts as rational as possible and instead of telling him that her aim is near flawless, she prepares to fire off a shot.]

That colored notch on the wooden door behind you would be impossible to hit if my aim was that bad.

[And she shoots, the arrow flying right past his head. It makes contact with the door, a little above her destined target of where there was a red scrape on the door that led down into the top floor of the building, a mark where the door had either been scraped or dented at one time. She had observed the area closely earlier, and that particular red mark had been a nice spot of focus for nearly half an hour. She doesn't have the magical gift to see well in the dark, although she's going to let him think she does for now.]