"Sure, I'll probably go to the nearby one," she said, knowing not only would that mean she'd be done faster, but more importantly that means they'd have less time to get set up if they were trying to frag her ass. "Luckily I'm quite skilled in handling packages; I've held so many, gently, firmly... all leave with their rightful owners, whom are always so<em>very</em>happy with my 'performance.'  I say your explanation will suffice, Johnson."<br/><br/>She stood, stretched a bit, and sighed; she was just starting to get comfortable... oh well.  Time to get moving; she had a package to acquire, and - possibly - people to shoot.  She'd be dressed and on her way promptly, after picking up the number and flirting playfully with the person at the front desk...