<div align="center"><strong>-=Simeon Gaorong - totally getting Charlotte's digits, yo - Ferret's hothouse, Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>"Miss Dearing, your timing is, as ever, impeccable." Simeon took a moment to admire Charlotte's handiwork with the bouquet. Even without considering the circumstances - built by a girl no doubt groomed as Ferret's successor while waiting for a shady backroom deal to finish and under the less than patient eye of the hired muscle - it was rather well done. "Why that is lovely work, Miss Charlotte. I do believe I'll keep your name in mind should I be in the area again." Not that it meant anything - they would doubtless be back to deal with Ferret whether or not the ship's hold had more room for flowers at the time - but being meaningful is rarely the intent of formalities.<br/><br/>Given Sasha's apparent interest in being elsewhere, Si deemed it prudent to cut down on those in her case for the moment. Thus, presented with her wordless curiosity about the flowers, her escort simply raised the bouquet up for a moment and said, "Doctor's orders." The burden was light and easily kept out of the way of course; he cradled the ivy-bound flowers in one arm to keep his gun hand free should the need arise. Clearly there was no such need here, not when the house's gun could be so easily tamed by a look, but they weren't staying in the flower shop now, were they? One must plan for the future, not the present. Simeon took the lead when their imminent exit was indicated as desirable, allowing for the impression of legitimate customers to anyone who happened to be on their way toward the shop at the same time. As it happened the young lady in the rumpled dress who was incoming hardly seemed to care what Si was carrying - indeed likely wouldn't have even noticed him at all if he hadn't had to move out of the doorway to let her by - but it was the thought that counted, surely? He waited there holding the door until the other members of their party were out with him and moved swiftly to follow, this time up at Sasha's side rather than holding the rear vigil. McPherson wasn't a sure thing yet, but he'd handled himself well enough in their brief work period to at least walk through a crowd unwatched for a short trip in mostly neutral territory.<br/><br/>Besides, he wanted to chat without giving the jumpy fellow much space to overheard. Ambient sound does wonders to challenge eavesdroppers. "From the lack of gunplay I assume things turned out well for us? You seemed almost to be enjoying yourself when you were preparing for your one on one time with our less than upscale business partner. I hope you didn't save that outfit just for her; I honestly wouldn't know whether I was supposed to be envious or lecherous about such a scenario."