"Pleasant thought," Trish mutters, meeting the woman's eyes defiantly enough. Of course, since she's already experienced the woman's arcane prowess first-hand, she really doesn't have much hope of resisting an all-out mental assault. "And i asked about a Mr. Inoue because<em>he's</em>the reason for our little visit today."<br/><br/>The courier shifts in her chair, knowing very well that every word she says fills another line of a future hit against her. But sometimes, when the devil you know is capable of melting your brain in your head, it's best to chance the devil you don't.<br/><br/>"To save us both a bunch of time... There's a hit on your head. And I was given the first shot."