A sparkle lit up her dark eyes when she saw the flicker of intrigue in Ashleigh, and she leaned back from her half-empty plate with a wry smile.  She swirled her coffee in its cup, demurely looking up through her lashes at the young woman across from her.  "Depends on the job," she says, shrugging her bare shoulder.  "I pull a couple a year, tops.  Low risk, six figures a year easy."  Trailing her fingers over the rim of the coffee cup, she continues studying Ashleigh's reaction... a little superficial, she supposed.  Was she bragging?  Showing off, like some kind of traveling businessman..?<br/><br/>"I might want that, actually," she says softly, reaching offering her half-full plate with a little push, and a faint turn of her wrist.  The blue-bird tattoo seems to flutter with the subtle gesture.  "You've got a good touch, you know the streets, you've got good timing."  Content with the coffee for now, she continues to watch Ashleigh come to life over the meal, seeming to take satisfaction in seeing the girl satisfy that fundamental need.  "But it's not easy."  She looked over Ashleigh's arms once more, studying the pale skin visible from her light tank-top.  "No track marks, no tooth damage, no busted blood vessels in your eyes..." she leans in closer, looking up at an angle much like a cat nosing its way closer, "... not your nose either.  So I'm assuming you're clean."  She takes a sip of her coffee again, leaning back into the booth and crossing her legs under the table. "You have to stay that way.  And you can never talk about what you do."<br/><br/>She chuckles softly, the voice pretty, if a little husky-- a purr more than a laugh.  "I know, I'm talking a lot to you right now.  But if you talk, or you roll, or you try to rip me off-- it's over.  You'll wake up right where you were... on the streets, with a hundred in small bills soaking wet in a puddle... no home, no car, no paycheck, no partners.  You'll never see me again, or you better hope you don't."<br/><br/>The dark eyes close and open slowly, and she studies Ashleigh.  She looks her over once more, savoring a sense of warmth... some deep satisfaction at being able to offer food, a chance at a job.  Really, she's feeling like she can offer some piece of her life to someone who needs a chance... but this was no charity-- this was work, and this was pleasure.  This was life.  "I gotta know you're with me.  You have to trust me, and you have to do what I say."<br/><br/>She fishes a small ring of keys from her pocket, jingling them softly, and slides one heavy key from the slip-ring, sliding it over the table to her.  "When you're done, we can go."  She places a twenty dollar bill under the napkin dispenser.  "I have an apartment near here.  I'll show you.  Along the way, I want you to talk to me.  I want you to ask every question you have, I want to know what you like to do.  I want to know whatever you want me to know... or it's gonna be a boring-ass walk."