<span style="font-style: italic">Sheesh!</span>thought Jori as the woman's teeth blinded her,<span style="font-style: italic">that lass! I don't mind perky folk, but, seriously, I could almost swear I'd love to blast her teeth! That is, if I wasn't scared they'd reflect my psionic-bolts back!</span><br/><br/>"Whatever y'say", said Jori, "and hey, beats the Tobasco sauce outta m' usual job". Compiling money use. Oy. First thing was first, however.<br/><br/>Getting juice out of a vending machine. Cranberry.<br/><br/>...THEN seeing that homeowner's statements. She felt she needed to thank Susan for giving her the assessment, yet wasn't too concerned with that right now. Taking a brief moment or two at her desk to practice her martial arts, Jori performed a 4-kick attack without dropping her foot to the floor, followed by a jab-cross-roundhouse combo, then finally got ready.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to get to the company truck, and with time, Jori pulled up to the side of the Wall, still marveling its technology after so long of knowing its existance. Looked like this house was on the better side of town. Jori pulled into a parking lot, took a swig of her juice, then looked over the statement, then, content with it, continued her drive, heading toward the house area.