Emma wastes little time with guilt, at this invasion of privacy.  Fair game all of it, and she knew that Nayomi would take the opportunity to turn the table on her when she could.  She wasn't expecting IDs, card or chips, but the large bill credits does give her pause.  Emergency funds, in case of a snoop gone bad most likely.  Flash money in a tight position, and sometimes you can buy yourself some time you needed to escape.  The girl planned ahead, Emma had to give her that.<br/><br/>She continues to paw through the contents of the small purse, pushing aside a small makeup kit and more credit chips before her fingers find the hard steel of the baton.  She pulls it from the purse, extends the nasty little weapon with a snap of a whip, and whistles low.  She would have to be careful to not let her get ahold of the purse if something went wrong.  She did not want to be on the business end of this little surprise.  The baton is replaced, and she examines the pills next, popping the top and pouring out two in her hand.  Then, for good measure, one more that she places in her pocket.  The pills are placed on the table, her knife drawn out to smash them into neat little piles of flake, and then swept into the drink.<br/><br/>Stir, stir, stir.  The 'mercenary' kept her face perfectly still during the process, finally clearing off the last of the dust and pushing the drink back across the table.  The purse is set aside, and she rocks back with a smile, knowing that very soon the dangerous agent would be leaving her inhibitions in the bottom of the cup, and would turn to puddy in her hands.  The drug was nothing if not potent, and though the woman might not lose all her better judgement, to say she would be malleable probably does not accurately describe it.<br/><br/>Emma knew she had the upper hand now!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>