"I dunno. Having a trophy wife hanging off my arm whenever I'm back from a heist was always my criminal fantasy," Skye mused with a knowing grin.<br/><br/>Needless to say, Skye..."wolfed down" her meal. Her day job naturally worked up quite an appetite, and Skye kind of forgot about how hungry she was once she was in the tub, only reminded once the smell of cooked salmon hit her nostrils.<br/><br/>"Not going to get boring for you, though, is it?" she mused. "Huh...might be hard to get you an honest job given how you, uh...immigrated here," she mumbled, remembering the "trafficking" complications of Anya's being here.<br/><br/>She poked at her plate, thinking for a moment. An idle thought crossed her mind... No, no. It'd be hard to check for. What could she possibly ask Anya to do? What secret test of character would prove the Bunny would make a good addition to the crew?<br/><br/>(Besides, having Anya along on the heists might be a distraction, at least for the first few jobs).