Sarah seems to relax a bit when, after another long moment, Junior nods as well.  Three 'ayes' and one oblivious abstention are good enough for her, it seems. The Mare slowly pulls an envelope from her pocket and opens it to dispense a few cheaply printed photos of a Bear and some hastily scrawled notes.<br/><br/>"This is your new special friend," she quips. "Alexei Volshebnik. Recent immigrant, he says. Supposed to work in IT or something. He lives in one of the condo complexes Downtown...address is in my notes. And I don't want to know anything else about what you do, or when, or how. What I don't know, I can't let slip."<br/><br/>Dale sweeps the photos, notes, and envelope up in one smooth move, tucks them away.<br/><br/>"All right," Junior nods. "We'll send the kid over to the store when we're done. She'll ask for you directly."<br/><br/>Anya, who has no idea she's just been volunteered for this, doesn't even look up, her fingers dancing on the keyboard as she giggles quietly at something onscreen.<br/><br/>Sarah gets to her feet, nods her thanks.  "Thank you."<br/><br/>Exit nerdy Horse, stage left...<br/><br/>"Nice butt," Anya observes suddenly, her dark eyes alert and aware. "So. We are doing job?"