This was why she hadn't uncloaked, of course. The hot plume of life around the thief dimmed slightly when her cloaking went live, but stayed as visible as the Major could please. The alleyway wasn't exactly clear of snow, but there was more than enough room to step silently back, allowing the target room to take her place as she drew her gun and spoke. Motoko watched the weapon finish unfolding with interest— that was pretty unusual, too.

But now she had an advantage; she was behind the woman's back. Still all but intangible, Motoko wrapped one arm swiftly around her shoulders and the other at her throat, putting the weight and strength of a mil-spec cyborg behind the motion. There was a knife in her hand, pressed against Kasumi's throat between the bunched and flattened fabric of her hood and Motoko smiled against the side of her head. It was one thing to challenge a military cyborg on the long range, where luck and patience had a role; this girl was in melee range.

"You're hunting in my territory," She murmured as the thermoptic hiss popped at her belt and she came back into view, "I think we should have a nice, civil talk about that."