Pedestrians get into accidents all the time.

[Translation: don't get between her and the intel.]

Buyers won't be a problem if they get stupid over a girl. Or guy, if they're into that. If not I guess we can deck them and run for it.

[She starts scanning the information with a keen eye, likely an eye that most wouldn't give her credit for. Military instincts start to kick in.

She could almost hear her husband pointing out the obvious, and the not-so-obvious.]

We got anything on likes and dislikes, that kind of thing? Favorite poison, weird kinks, that sort of shit?