Zi pursed her lips contemplatively at the commissioner's speech, seeming more than a bit suspicious of his offer. It was absolutely ludicrous the think that even a man of his stature could hold such a grip over the competing groups. Bandits, she could see, maybe even the Fourth Reich... But him holding any sway with the Red Line without being a part of their fold? That honestly made her chuckle. Still, the job was sound and even if the bastard was lying through his teeth, the payment would be more than enough to get her to another station safely. She really had nothing to lose; if it was true, the bounty would disappear, and if not, she'd still be able to run. Slapping her hand down on the table, she pushed herself up from her seat with a grunt and walked past Daniel to pluck her own dossier from the cabinet. Without even bothering to glance at the contents, she made her way over to one of the nearby candles that was throwing light all across the room and held the manilla folder over the flame, setting it ablaze before disinterestedly dropping it on the ground to burn.<br/><br/>If Zi had any trust whatsoever in the commissioner's words, she could have pulled her revolver at that very moment and dropped each one of them before leaving as a new woman. She didn't particularly like killing and did her best to avoid it, but leaving any witnesses to her "disappearance" would be a fool's mistake... Sadly, however, she didn't believe it for an instant. So for the moment, it served her interests far better to actually follow-through on the job and secure the funding for her eventual trip back east, just in case the Red Line wasn't so quick to kowtow to such pompous bureaucracy. With a somber sense of precision and focus, she stepped over to the lockers and shoveled a few of the many filters into her satchel, as well as plucking up one of the newer-looking Kalash rifles and slinging it over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Does it really matter what flavor of death finds you, <i>tovarich</i>?</span>" she replied to Dominika's question with a subdued snicker as she sorted out any useful ammunition from the piles of gear, showing a bit of snark through her stoic facade. "<span style="color: Magenta">You either die or survive. And given the payment, you should know how likely each is, no?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>