She grinned at his reply. She'd become much too jaded to worry about her life ending early. It was always a risk in her line of work and aside from Cleo, she had no loved ones who would miss her. Fortune and glory were her deities and what better way to prove her devotion to them than to seek out lucrative danger?<br/><br/>"Good. It's nice to have a partner in crime. Even if whatever's on here isn't as valuable as we think, I'm sure someone would pay to get it back. Certainly more than my handler is offering. And I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure I can handle a corporate hit squad or two." She could and she had. It was a hazard of being a freelancer. You pissed people off sometimes, even the people whose side you were supposedly on. And you were expendable. That was kind of the point. But a secure server in and unnamed location had a few juicy files full of blackmail material that was keeping her unmolested at the moment.<br/><br/>"You can crash here," she said as she stood. "The couch is yours. Or, if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, you can share my bed. It's a bit more comfortable. I'd offer you Cleo's bed but she's often cranky when she gets home from an all day gangbang." She yawned, walking toward the bedrooms as she undid the clasps on the front of her one piece, tugging down the zipper and wriggling out of it. She wasn't shy. She'd lived with seven other grays in one room for more than a year. Nudity stopped mattering after a while. And it often led to off-duty fun.