<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/>Kacy lay back as they drove, crossing her legs and bopping her foot to a beat in her head, looking around the car restlessly. She let her arm fall from the seat, resting on the floor, as she sighed, already bored. This whole side stop thing didn't make much sense either, and she wasn't liking it. She popped out her compact as she lay, idly applying some lipstick and playing with her makeup, but mostly using it to catch glimpses of where they were going without poking her head into view. She didn't like this rest stop either, and she made sure she had a knife gripped in her metal arm, against the back seat cushion. If he wanted her dead, he could have just left her with a dead cop, or shot her there. Nonetheless, the dude was acting weird... if he tried anything funny, she could give him another scar for his troubles.<br/><br/>After he'd stopped the car, she heard the rustle of the gun, discrete or no. For a wild moment she had that sickening sense of fucking up good - she'd been expecting him to grab for her tits, not pull a gun. The knife was ready to plunge through the seatback in a flash, but that wouldn't stop her getting shot. The question that followed relaxed her somewhat, even as it, to some degree, disturbed her even more. What the hell was it to him?<br/><br/>She rolled her head, frowning at him, and making no indication of the knife clasped in her hidden hand. "Why?" she repeated, rolling the concept around in her head for a moment. Why seemed pretty obvious, to her. "Look guy, do I look like the kind of girl who walks into world famous sushi houses and discusses double crosses and corporate deals over saki and blowfish? I'm a fucking street merc with a talent for shooting people in the face. Someone gave me a chance to work, steady, for good money - I took it. I'm not gonna go running to some assholes I don't know, for money I have not been promised, offering to do work I have not been asked to do, with evidence I don't have, on the off chance he'll want to hire the backstabbing traitor who turned in her last employer to him."<br/><br/>Kacy stretches in the back, arching her back as she yawns, her body flexing tightly under equally tight clothing... though her knife never moves from it's spot against the seat. "Now are we done with the question game, or do you have 19 more for me?" She asks archly as she lays back into the seat, looking out the window at the trees with the expression of an infinitely bored cat. She turns back for a moment and catches reapers eye, her expression serious for a moment, as she adds "By the way, if you notice me not asking you about your business, that would be because I don't give a shit."