Zara raised an eyebrow when he said his name. She took a deep inhale on her cigarette and leaned back against the wall. A small crack told her the man she had seen him stomp on had disapparated, and she didn't really care. This man was intriguing at best, and seemed to be in a bit of pain. She didn't say anything for a moment, still inhaling deeply, letting out the smoke slowly, so that it floated around her face before a small breath of wind pushed it away and towards Vito. She turned her gaze to see him looking at her. 'Doll face?' She smirked and looked away from him again.
"I've heard of you before.. Think I've been to your bar a few times." She said just as lazily as he had. She had picked up a guy or two there also, bought a room a few times, and got herself drunk, but never to drunk, she always could walk straight. But she enjoyed his bar, full of people who liked it rough, and weren't afraid to hurt things. Or see things hurt anyway. She glanced him over and then smirked. She had seen him around with some ugly red headed chick, who never seemed to know how to dress. Especially for a club of his standards, but Zara didn't say anything about it. It was obviously his play thing and she respected that.
"What did he do to you?" she asked lazily, putting her cigarette out against the wall and grabbing out another, lighting it with her wand silently, she took in another deep inhale. There was a lot you could learn from a man by standing in silence next to him. Before she had only seen him in passing, always a bit uptight, always perfect in appearance, and usually ruthless, she had more then once seen a body taken out of upstairs soon after Vito had left the area, and more then once seen him get angry, but she never cared, even though a lot of the other people in his bar did. Just another way of life for the people of Knockturn Alley.
But standing next to him, close quarters, she could see a whole new side to him. First, he was obviously in some type of pain, that was clear by the way he was standing, and the way he seemed to be forcing his words. Next, he smoked, seeing as he had taken the cigarette without a flinch towards it. He obviously smoked and drank a lot, which she didn't mind in the slightest. Get him drunk, have sex, move on. It was a win win situation for everyone involved. Of course she wouldn't take anything he said to be true, but that was fine with her anyway, if she could nick a few expensive things of his, she'd be well off, and be the winner in the end anyway.
Sex and money, it's what every woman wanted.