Ras looked at her as he listened and she would quickly see why the other women had stayed around him. "I see. Of course, you're here for a job and not for me to bug you about your past. But I would like to offer you any assistance that I can in the future, just because I like helping those I can." He smiled at her and lead her upstairs to Kalian's room and knocked on the door. "You hiding in there, Kal?"<br/><br/>“Nothing is hidden or off the record you petulant little shit! Why are you so pissed off about Ras? Why are you wasting my time like this!?” She narrowed her eyes and they gained a deep blue glow signature of a powerful archmage. “I’m a veteran of three wars, I fought the Scourge three times and the Legion once. I aided the recovery efforts after Nyaka attacked and again after the Twins! I stood defiant against Nalo to let the people know who she was and what she was doing in the shadows.” She was practically breathing frost on Jasmine before she backed away and took another long drag of her cigarette. “You don’t have a damn clue what I have done. And for whatever it’s worth I didn’t write the article about his personal life, that was supposed to be a private conversation between me and someone else. By time a copy of it crossed my desk it had already been sent to the publishers. If you don’t believe me you should still be able to find the original draft in Azela Dawnfall’s office. It’s the office across the hall from mine, she’s meticulous about her organizing so it shouldn’t be hard to find.” She finished her cigarette and instantly started another. “I wanted to know more about the Timelost and share the tale of their plight. The sex wasn’t a form of payment, I wanted it and he just wanted someone to talk to. It was a simple trade of services. Of course I was… having a bad time when he finally agreed and it was a poor experience for us both.” She laughed bitterly and motioned to her cigarette. “Susan can be a real bitch to get an appointment with these days.”<span style="color: #b30000">“Severe PTSD treat-“ </span>The drone just barely dodged a shard of ice but caught the message.<span style="color: #b30000"> “I can’t quantify the cost of a drone, Jasmine. There are too many factors to explain to mortals of your intellect. If you wish to attach an arbitrary number to the damaged drones I won’t stop you. All of her assets have been accounted for, if she wasn’t paying her taxes I would have come down on her long ago. You know she’s clean, what are you hoping to find?” </span>She looked at Jasmine then to Vanessa who was walking away and trying to smoke her cigarette with badly shaking hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>