"Mmmm.. you got magic hands." She purred as she let Aimee massage the oil into her skin. "Want me to return the favor?" She asked as she looked over the glass name she'd written. She was right that she should maybe take it with her, though she didn't see any sharp shards left she kept looking just in case. Last thing she wanted to do was hurt someone. So she collected up the name and any shards and put them in  a small towel.<br/><br/>"So, I'm thinking I'll let the folks at Myriad know that I helped out with the chopper crash but not to do anything unless asked." She said thoughtfully, squirming whenever Aimee hit a nice spot. "Ahhh.. that feels good." She pulled out her phone and tapped out a description of the woman she saw on the rooftop. "Well let's see if the media has anything on our chopper stomper."