Her expression was neutral at the badge, but internally she felt a bit of a dip in her stomach at being in the presence of an agent of the empire. In a standup fight She figured she could take the other woman, but hiding the body and not knowing who else might be watching or in the wings was making that plan far less enjoyable without a good exit strategy. She seemed to be more interested in the local crime lords then the numerous times she'd been less then 'kind' to Imperial nobles or a few Sith she'd 'accidentally' misplaced on a few missions. In the end her reaction was stone cold like nothing had phased her... much like any Mandalorian. She was hardly worried about herself... it was her 'family' that had slowly been growing and working with her she worried about when Imperial Agents and spies got involved.<br/><br/>Playing things safe she picks up the bag of Imperial credits. "Gangs are worthless and easy to scare... just a bunch of punks on swoops that think they are tough, but will run the moment they see a good set of beskar'gam or a lightsaber." Her index finger taps the bag under her hand. "As for the hutts they go to whoever they please whenever it pleases them. They don't fear either side and see more profit playing both sides against the middle." for a moment she contemplates her next words and sighs.<br/><br/>"As for any black market you'd have to deal with the hutts... unless you need droids or salvage... jawa's steal anything that isn't bolted down and run around in those Sand Crawlers." She grins. "Of course I know of a few contacts... though it'd be days before my sources are pulled together to talk to anyone." She shrugs in her armor causing a and odd shift of the shoulders of the armor. "So I guess there's two days before I can really help you..." She looks at the other woman for a moment. "And I doubt a proper and high and mighty Agent of the Empire would even want to 'service' a low and simple bounty hunter."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>