The "honorable" comment gets a matching pair of snickers, and the two men give each other a brief glance before turning their attentions back on the elf. Almost immediately, Riley recognizes the changes in their demeanors... from bored, to a sort of feral hunger that makes the elf feel like her clothes are melting away beneath the men's combined gaze.<br/><br/>"Oh yea... that sounds exactly like the kinda thing we wouldn' do..." The first man says, turning the barrel of his shotgun to face the woman's torso. "Just like I wouldn' tell you to give us a little peek o' what we're 'buyin' before we decide whether ta hire you or put you to work in the Cl- er, President Trump's camp..."<br/><br/>At the far end of the hall, the elf can hear the sound of four more heavy, suit-style shoes coming her way... but they haven't rounded the corner yet, meaning that for now she has just these two to deal with.<br/><br/>"An' I can promise you, we ain't going to be workin' you for your brains, girly..."