[ He answers with a low laugh. It's weird, but it'd be weirder if he hadn't been in this line of work so long already, and her focus itself is commendable; he taps once more, which pulls up a list of Blakely's recent credit charges and some black market deals he'd dug up. Besides the usual fake IDs and whatnot, there's some receipts for low shelf hokk (and lots of it), a reservation for a tour off-moon, a laundry bill, maybe some porn invoices. All sorts of mundane stuff. Things that make Corso Blakely more of a person than a target, but that's too poisonous a thought to indulge.
Instead, he regards her curiously. ]
Can I ask how you were thinkin' of going about this?
[ 'Deck them and run for it' was, truthfully, kind of his first thought. But she seems to have a little more finesse than that, even if that seemed to mean flirt their way in and out of trouble. ]
no subject
Instead, he regards her curiously. ]
Can I ask how you were thinkin' of going about this?
[ 'Deck them and run for it' was, truthfully, kind of his first thought. But she seems to have a little more finesse than that, even if that seemed to mean flirt their way in and out of trouble. ]