"Eh, got it," Harper says with a wave, dismissing his worries. "I just want my goddamn money anyway."<br/><br/>Catcalls made her smile... or would have if she wasn't supposed to be pissed off.  Instead she was thinking of things that made her angry to keep down her boner, and given yesterday she didn't exactly have a hard time of it.  She'd put her hood up before she'd walked in, hadn't brought a gun 'cause, well, the office couldn't be that big, at least not big enough that her augments wouldn't let her whip some serious ass.  Besides, if it went well, she wouldn't even have to come in the door.<br/><br/>Getting upstairs, Harper made her way to the door, and with a heavy pounding - not too heavy; she didn't want to fucking break it - Harper got the attention of those inside:<br/><br/>Spanish/"HEY GIRL!  I GET PAID BETTER BY THE MILE NOT THE MINUTE WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG?!" she shouted, before knocking a bit more. Spanish/"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING GET OUT HERE AND LET'S GO!"