Ly'Andra smirked just a bit at Dick's comment.  "Don't worry, no one would believe I've gone ... corporate ... even if I flat out told them," her voice was edged with a melodious almost-chuckle.  Though it wasn't exactly something she wanted to admit either.  There were plenty who would view her as a sell out, or think that she'd gone soft, though her latest mission said otherwise.  No, it suited her just fine to keep her 'affiliations' to herself, she was perfectly happy with the rest of the galaxy thinking of her as an 'entrepreneur' still.  After all, this<em>was</em>only a paycheck to her, and a way to find some challenging jobs that filled her lust for thrills.<br/><br/>The silver skinned woman raised an eyebrow over the idea of emphasis on style over functionality.  She preferred both to coexist seamlessly in her equipment when at all possible, and the weapons she carried regularly on her person rarely belied their actual power, which is part of the reason why she loved them so.  Her legs crossed smoothly and her hand came down to caress the area of her boot where one of her gorgeous daggers were sheathed .  Their beauty was such that no one would ever guess the sharpness of their blades, at least not until it was too late to do anything about it.  Her teeth sunk in to her full lower lip, just a bit, as the idea of using them in combat began playing through her head.  That was mental meandering meant for another time though, like lying awake in her bunk and staring up at the ceiling, not during a mission briefing.<br/><br/>Her mind returned to her contact, wondering if he could provide her with any information on what sort of 'expertise' the crime bosses were in the market for.  That could most certainly be of use.