The crate jerked back an inch, away from Mr. SMG's reaching fingers. Valerie, who had her hand protectively on the case looked the man right in the eye. Her natural eyes surrounded by prosthetic skin looked all the more uncanny because of the intensity of her gaze.<i>"We don't want these prosthetics vanishing before Chul got a look at them, do we? Lets wait until Kal wakes up. He's someone we both trust more than the other." </i><br/><br/>Valerie wasn't going to let one of these goons walk away with her ticket out of debt. She was sick enough already of being defenseless prey just by being stuck in the wheelchair. She'd fuck someone up if she was going to get scammed too.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>