Cindy pulls her lower lip into her mouth as she untucks her shades from her hair, folding them up into a neat little compact thing. She looks, for the moment, like a woman who is considering his offer thoroughly and carefully. He's about to be disappointed though.

"I can draw blood using a plastic knife." The sunglasses in her hand are slipped into her purse and traded for a pack of cigarettes wrapped in shiny gold foil and an equally as shiny lighter. "Still doesn't make it worth the full seventeen or the fifteen, period."