The harsh, indecipherable words rang with enough hostility to make understanding them almost unnecessary; Celi felt her temper rising in her throat, her brow tilting downward at a rapid rate as the one human eye she possessed flashed dangerously. The grating, half-mechanical whirring that punctuated the pink-haired girl's biting words couldn't hide her tenuous grip on sanity, but Mar supposed that was to be expected of a north-born ne'er-do-well like this... of course, right at this moment she hardly cared. The insults that flew openly from her lips, mangled and broken as they were, managed to bring her lightning-like temper to a rollicking boil in record time and she raised her left arm- not in a striking motion, but rather an aiming one.<br/><br/>Before her last two fingers could curl around her palm, her movement was abruptly halted. She hadn't seen him approach, but Lao's android was there, his own wide hand engulfing hers as though she were no more than a child, tall frame hovering close on the customer's side of the counter. Visibly alarmed she tried to jerk her appendage away, only to have it held firmly and gently in place by an immovable covering.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Really, Mar?"</span></span>Lao sounded a little exasperated, but not surprised; in fact, his words dripped with relaxed sarcasm.<br/><br/>Celi snarled quietly, even as she felt her momentary rage quiet. Her body posture relaxed only seconds before the android's fingers, and as artificial figure leaned back to a more professional distance, she glared darkly at it. Her limb was made from Enforcer-grade metal from shoulder to fingertips, and this 'bot, supposedly an Informer model made only for wires and plugs and computers, hadn't even creaked its elbow to hold her steady. Suspicion and ill-concealed distaste kept her entire face shadowed, but as she glanced into the automaton's face she saw only a slight, pleasant smile tilting the corners of its thin mouth. Ugh. The thing really<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>too... pretty. It lacked certain anatomical replicas, and was easily taller with far broader shoulders, but somehow it still managed to seem more feminine than she, even at this distance. It did nothing to soothe her irritation.<br/><br/>She shifted her attention back to the northern scum, the distaste obvious in her expression. The girl obviously had done nothing so illegal that it warranted her attention; Mar didn't see how she could pull anything off, honestly. She would have to avoid the guard 'droids as well as the eye of a common observer, and both her hair color and lack of sense would be more preventative than any actual rules set in place. The last vestiges of hot anger faded, only to be replaced with implacable disgust. Celi turned to Lao, her voice as flat as her stare.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why am I here."</span></span><br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Oh, right,"</span></span>Xen answered quickly,<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm going to need your CACI sensor. The government-issue, not the one I put in."</span></span>His words were nonchalant (intentionally calling it a "Kay-cee" sensor, rather than the more standard, lettered pronunciation) and he smiled a slimy salesman smile with them, but Mar's face still registered no small amount of surprise. She unconsciously lifted her hand to touch her left ear, considerably less sure of herself; several questions and negations came across her face, but not one of them made it past her lips. Xen figured as much. He knew she would be loathe to part with a piece of such a vital implant, whether or not it would affect the intention of the device, and no doubt she did not like him to be so openly discussing it in front of someone like the pink-haired thief.<br/><br/>Still, she knew better than to protest too aggressively.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Don't I need it to - "</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"No,"</span></span>the dealer interrupted smoothly,<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"In fact, you shouldn't <span style="font-style: italic">really</span> need it at all."</span></span>He paused to grab a small tool from his side of the counter; it looked like a silver stylus at first, but the sensitive, minute lasers of the device were more adequate for minor surgeries than a lot of approved medical tools. Expertly he twirled it through his fingers, beckoning the bounty hunter to lean over the counter with another jerk of his head.<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"This'll only take a minute."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Now? Are you - "</span></span><br/><br/>He rolled his eyes for a second, cutting her off again.<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"It's fine!"</span></span>The exasperation faded as he switched his attention to the thief for a moment, offering her a laughing half-smile and a rather conspiratory quirk to his brow.<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I hope you don't mind, miss. It really won't take long. Please, let Gil know if you would like any refreshments."</span></span>As Mar stepped forward and tilted her head down, he gave the pink-haired girl a subtle wink before turning back to his blonde client.<br/><br/>Gil, somehow, had moved to stand at a comfortable distance behind the pierced individual. He stood straight, professional smile still on his face as he nodded his acknowledgement from Xen.