She smiled again. It was nice to see that some people never changed. She didn't know it, but Charlie would be able to see how haunted she was; haunted but determined. "That's what you get for sleeping on the job, Charlie." she tried for a mocking tone, but it fell a little flat. "But I'll drink you under the table on my tab after we finish this one, how's that sound?" Making a bargain like that with the old coot would likely get his ass in gear.<br/><br/>"Then we'll see who will owe more to charity this time." She could drink him under the table, but he won at cards hands down. "So give me more details. We have white slavers? In Gtown? It's hard to believe that this could be going on under everyone's noses. What is it you want me to do?"