Jonah looked her up and down again, trying to process just what he was hearing. This girl was no bounty hunter, but a picture was clearly forming.<br/><br/>"Give me one moment," he said with a forced smile. Jonah put a hand on Vahl's shoulder and turned him away so they both had their backs to the captive.<br/><br/>"Let's review," he said. "We don't know what she did.<em>She</em>doesn't know what she did. Yet she's clearly done enough harm to a major organised crime syndicate that they've put a sizeable bounty on our heads. It's possible this girl is that rarest of commodities: someone who achieves impressive things when they've got no idea what they're doing?"<br/><br/>He glanced over his shoulder and saw her looking at them expectantly, the hem of her dress riding high on her thigh from where she'd parted her legs before.<br/><br/>"Maybe I'm just thinking with my dick," he mumbled to Vahl, "but I'm seriously considering holding on to her. We don't go through Drackamorr territory all that often anyway............right?"