Satisfied with that answer -- and realizing it's the best she's going to get out of Cindy -- she leans back in her chair, glancing around the seedy bar. When Cindy pulls out the matchbook and pen, Wichita begins to pay more attention. Memorizing the number as she writes it down, Wichita accepts the matchbook from Cindy.

"Yeah. Thanks. I'll find the cash. Do you have any training contacts? Or better yet, do you have the time for me? I'll pay." Of course, how she would scrounge up the funds for payment was something of a mystery to Wichita, but she had always found a way to make ends meet.

"I'm also in the market for indentured servitude since I don't have a fucking clue about this place."