Zara couldn't help but let her eyes be drawn back to the man, he was so carefree, so honest, and kind. A part of her knew that she wouldn't be killing him tonight.. and unless he made the moves on her, she wouldn't be doing anything more than having a nice walk with her. It wasn't as though they had very many options of where to go, as far as he had told her, he was at his parents house until he went home.. so she couldn't go THERE.. She couldn't help but hold back a small, real giggle as he mentioned the Smith name. "There are many Smith's out there, so there shouldn't be a problem." She said with another giggle.
She watched him lose himself in his thoughts for a second, and she let her own eyes trail up to the moon, smiling at it's surface. Something that could cause beauty, and yet fear, just by looking at it she felt calmed, and happy, and then she could feel the tension build when he asked his next questions. "I work at a bank close to here.." she lied, her eyes darting forward as she watched the ground, only just barely seeing a stick that she could step around.
"I don't have a family life.. I was an orphan, wasn't adopted.. given a small fund and thrown out into the world." She said gently, trying not to sound to depressing, when in reality she was making it all up. Zara had actually lived from when she was 15 to now almost completely on her own. Her mother had died in Azkaban, and her father had gone to muggle jail, her aunt she had lived with didn't care about her, and Zara had gone off on her own right after Hogwarts, and essentially vanished from the world, showing up every now and then to steal and kill, as was her way of making money and living, but besides that, she stayed out of the world, trying not to make any ripples. "So I live on my own outside of town.. little place, not much room, but I guess it's home." She said carefully, making up the story as she went.