Skye kicked back in the car; while she was pretty good with picking electronic locks and busting heads, she wasn't much of a negotiator or money mover. She left that to Dale and Junior, while she stayed back and watched over the goods, made sure Rich's boys didn't get any ideas or get ahead of themselves before the exchange was done. She nodded them along as Dale returned.<br/><br/>"Fuck yeah, Dale. That is one sly Raccoon," she said with a smirking grin.<br/><br/>She leaned back in her seat, looking up at the roof of the car, or really more into space than anything else.<br/><br/>"Yeah, my bike's still at the garage, I can hop on that and zip on home," Skye mused. "You know what we could use, though? We ever do another job like this? A van. Like, a big ol' panel van you could fit an entire store's supply in. Or the bike."<br/><br/>Whatever Dale's reasons or other plans for the night, it was water off Skye's back; lingering, but irrelevant and something she would soon enough shake off and forget.