Salt ran his eyes over it and looked back to see the ivory tower thug was still looking around dumbly while his new friend... she was gone. Well, looks like his distraction wouldn't be needed. He huffed, partially in relief, wouldn't need to cash in his last favor with the Drill Master today. On to other business now. He told another student to piss off and took the seat next to Claudio "looks like I'm not needed. Anyway, it's just as well, I got two things to discuss with you. Know those dazzle things that are like magic makeup and make you look prettier when you're wearing them? Little birdy told me that the head of the mail office might be persuaded to look away for a few things if we provided her with one. Could be a big win. You know I still got that pusher lined up from back home." Pusher being their code word for whatever dealer they had lined up for school contraband. In this case Alcohol, and the kind of really good scotch that you couldn't just buy and some of the teachers would be willing to fudge a few grades for, ignore a few slights, or let a few scoundrels into the Ivory Tower to peddle some cheaper stuff one night. If she's in I can probably get us a case shipped in. Normal split." fifty-fifty, right down the middle, or sixty-forty if Salt had to hide Caludio's share for him. "So what do you say?"