Fanya smiled and nodded, 'progress' she thought to herself. It was the best she could hope for at the moment,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Well, first, by... apologizing. I'm not above admitting that I can be.... abrasive at times and due to my</span>" her eyes wandered around the room a bit looking for the right words, "<span style="color: purple">... my nature, I know I can set people off-balance. I meant no disrespect. I'm use to a different mode of communication with many of my intelligence contacts who can not always be forth coming with direct questions, you see?</span>"<br/><br/>She laughed out loud her nose in the air as she inhaled the cigar,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Second, about improving... well, I think many people know how I tend to 'improve' relations with people I know.</span>" she winked as her thighs slid apart from each other on the couch as she turned to face Emma. "<span style="color: purple">But given that, I understand if that's not your thing...</span>"<br/><br/>She adjusted herself in the seat to sit a bit more solidly in it,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Finally, outside of the first two, I would like to know what exactly would make you feel comfortable with the group. If you check your contacts, in say.. about two weeks or so, you will notice that the Powder Gangers pulled their bounty on your head. It will take some time, the two weeks I mentioned, but I am willing to do this for you.</span>" She nodded in all seriousness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>