Her eyes flicker briefly to the other patrons of the bar, but she judges them incapable of hearing their conversation- and the barman's trustworthy. Everyone knows his poor sister was caught in the crossfire of a Militia raid and hasn't been seen since. He's got a reasonably anti-authoritarian streak.

Business taken care of- the business of staying free and intact- she moves onto pleasure, and leans in, her voice low but animated; "Oh, darling, we're professionals. Let's not pretend what people want is something incorruptible. What people want is very easy to use against them." Again- is she serious or not? It's very hard to tell. She leans back out again somewhat, smiling wickedly. "Anyway. I know what I want. Generally, I get it for myself."