As the day progressed and it neared the top of another hour, she had a bit of a line going. In a way she could have used some help, but truthfully she was glad no one was there to get in the way. She worked quickly and efficiently, not getting anyone too impatient or angry. In no time the line had died down. One more customer filtered in and she had to prevent herself from physically cringing at the thoughts of guns. Thatâ€™s all she really got, though. The frequencies, so to speak, were always in and out and werenâ€™t always clear. She wasnâ€™t sure how it worked and rather not test it or practice it.<br/><br/>Since the man was thinking about a gun though, she tried to be cautious. What if he was one of them? How could they find her so quickly though? She set up a simple deli in the American part of town, changed her look, her name, and even got rid of her British accent â€“ as much as she could, at least. When he didnâ€™t make another move, though, and only ordered, she felt a little more relieved.<br/><br/>â€œSure thing. What would you like in your sandwich and how would you like your coffee,â€ she asked, putting the money in the register and handing him some change.<br/><br/>Though he sounded as if he had somewhere to be, his body language said otherwise. Still, she wasnâ€™t going to make any small talk or anything. The whole idea was to try to stay unknown and under the radar. After he ordered, she proceeded to prepare his meal. Putting it in a brown paper bag, she handed it over to him stating that there were trays at the end of the counter if he chose to stay and eat.