Trinity's eyebrow lifted with interest, that was the second time he had caught her attention with so little effort. She smiled dropping her eyes to her beer twisting it open downing half the bottle before pointing to envelope on the Sofa.<br/>"I have an issue i want handled.You help me to get rid of that fucking Pig breathing down my throat, a FBI agent named Hernandez i spoke of outside. That fuckers leading a team trying to track my ass down for the past two years and there making it fucking hard to do anything but hide in this fucking shithole! And i don't hide in Shitholes you understand me!?" She screamed storming across the room a finger pointed towards his face her eyes burning with unchecked rage.<br/>"Now. I want him off my back. Take the coast of it from my slice of this Bank job or take it from this new one or however you want it handled but i want that piece of pig Shit in the ground and his people resigned. Id do it myself by the Fucking cowards home address in untraceable for my connections. But!" Her smiled returned with a vengeance her finger taping gently against his chest.<br/>"I'm betting its not for yours." The thing that separated Trinity from others of her mental state was her ability to stay focused on her job, operating with confidence and skill. "Now. Tell about this Other Job, this bonding job. And if by Bonding you mean to try and get in my pants then you got another thing coming Fucker! You think I'm a whore!? I'm not your fucking whore! YOU! Are mine." She smiled giving his cheek a slight smack. "The Job Pig! What is it?"