Spook gave the woman who approached her cell a hard look when she caught sight of the unarmed figure. It had been next to impossible to gauge how much time was passing, but there was no chance she'd been stewing in there for a day yet. Her hairless brows lifted when the transparent wall did likewise, and she felt more concern that elation at being told someone had paid to free her. She couldn't think of many who'd spare even a handful of credits on her account, let alone several thousand. It was bad news, as far as she could figure. It meant being in someone's debt; and<i>deep</i>in it at that, more than she could possibly pay back.<br/><br/>She climbed to her feet slowly, less than eager to see what sort of idiot had wasted that much money on her. Just a day ago, or maybe less than that, she'd been luckless in scrounging up a single job of any kind... so who'd be footing her bill now? No one from the Dreg obviously, much as she would have liked to see Black Cat or any of Mary's crew out there waiting for her. She had to seriously consider that there'd been a mix up, since some of the people here didn't know a right leg from a left one it wasn't that hard to believe.<br/><br/>Spook caught sight of the man at the desk first, then the helmetless woman who she flashed a grin at. The WatchTower unit looked a little more human that she'd pictured, but just as stern in experssion. More important was the man she and the desk jockey were almost sneering at. For a brief moment it sounded like her guess was right, he'd been expecting someone else. But no, he was only concerned with the lack of clothes. She stayed silent for the back and forth exchange, trying to figure what the suit's angle was. He had a job for her apparently, since she sure as hell wasn't his employee otherwise. She dress in the simple white outfit presented to her, an awkward affair with only one functioning arm, the top took a couple of attempts to get on properly. Not exactly a stellar first impression, if that mattered.<br/><br/>She followed along at the man's easy pace, keeping her eyes mostly on him despite the impressive scenery they passed through. Her eyes squinted against the rays of the sun, the glowing ball of fire still an unfamiliar sight after years living underground. What did this guy want from her? Maybe it wasn't worth trying to figure out. She'd had the same questions running through her head when WatchTower took her in, and all they'd cared about doing was boring her half to death in a cell. Things worked differently in Pangea than the Dreg, but some things were constants. There was no chance Mr. Suit was paying bail out of the goodness of his heart.<br/><br/>"Cantonese is fine," she answered in that language. "And yeah, Spook. That's me." She kept silent beyond that. This was his show, she'd go along for the ride and see where it ended. It wasn't like she was in any danger, no one was so rich they'd toss that much cash around just to put a bullet in a random Dreg girl's head. Just play it cool and calm, she told herself, act like this is as normal for you as it is for him. She got into the vehicle without hesitation, even nodded in thanks for his archiac gesture of opening the door for her. Or maybe that kind of thing was still commonplace in Pangea, she hadn't seen anything like it outside of old media files. From the back of a motorbike to a luxury car, she was moving up in the world. At least for the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>