Carth watched the Copycat get ready and take her leave, smirking at the much, much smaller girl's appearance. "She not obsessed with it, I know most of her colleagues are on the other end of girl's like your Copycat often enough," he shrugged. "Like I said, 'easy money', and she practically begged me for it," he sat down at the table, "well," he furrowed his brow, "she did beg, actually, and I refused until she put enough money on the table. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Back in my indentured days I'd be on the entourage of some even higher-level waste of air, go where they go and blow the heads off their opposition's staff or some such nonsense," he gestured with his hands, "kill this, blow up that,. It all just blended together after a while since in training it was all I ever did." He turned his left arm outward to reveal a barcode. "Orphan," he smirked, "went gray as soon as they could jam the mods under my skin, I thought it was all perfectly normal."<br/><br/>After he sat down he pulled out each of his guns and set them on the table. He switches the safeties back on and unloaded their magazines, sliding those into holsters on his belt before he put everything back. He didn't feel the need to be armed here any more than she appeared to.