Kryner caught her and the baker came around asking if she was alright, "She'll be fine just give her a minute she faints now and again." He told him just fanning her so it looked like he was actually trying to bring her back. As she floated on through the wall she noticed the back ovens were on and the goons were carrying out bundles and baskets of bread, dishing out loaves there was one man was sitting at a desk talking to a few, "Alright Johnny, Malachi you both get a baker's dozen. Zolinski, you get eight." He was passing parcels of the bread around and Del noticed the bread kinda looked funky. It crackled, but was uneven and heard specific instruction, "Remember Zolinski, you're a bit new but I gotta remind ya. Don't touch the fillin's till tonight, let em cool off or you'll get a nasty miser burn like Reggie over there." He lit up a cigar as he pointed over to the men carrying the baskets out. "Now that being said, you got the shipment?"<br/>"Aye, pawned the load off some smucks down the river for pretty cheap and part of the recent haul off some old broad wasn't even gonna get anything out of it since we'd be needin' to pawn those jewels out of the country since the old dutch broad has reach." One of the goons said running a hand through his slick back hair. In the backroom, she could see being opened up in the small cramped compartment rooms with bustling bodies she watched one man shiver as he walked clean through her and just carry on. Through the door she spotted a heavy arsenal of weapons being boarded up in boxes and being shipped off.<br/><br/>Charles grinned looking at the word and would remember it as he tossed a few letters to trade back into the bag and sighed not getting the one he wanted so he asked her, "You wouldn't happen to have a Y in there do ya? I'll trade you either an A, or O for it."