"I like how you try to make it sound like that shit is cool." She picked up her new drink and almost immediately put it down when she realized how serious the liquid was. But as Tinker kept talking, she found plenty of reason to drink a shot's worth of it. That shot kicked hard enough to make her feel like she'd been shot and after letting out a faint groan, she spoke up again. "I'd love to work with someone who went through all of my information without asking. Sure about that? Are you sure I wouldn't jump at the chance to strangle her?"<br/><br/>She looked annoyed when the dwarf tried to compare their professions. "No. They aren't even remotely the same." When Tinker blurbed about her antics being less 'appropriate', she murmured, "I can't imagine why..."<br/><br/>And after what seemed to be an eternity of saying things that only pissed her off more and more, Tinker finally said something that Vesper couldn't counter. She might have been comfortable with what she had, and her salary, but she sure as hell was bored and it did kind of bother her that she was stuck at the bottom of the ladder. She did dislike that most of her excitement in life came from Simsense experiences. And since her post was shifted to indoors, the excitement of patrolling gates and streets was nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>"Well, that's what you're around for, right? Now that I know Miguelle's spying, I can give those cameras the finger and wait for you to point another gun to my head." All sarcasm, of course. She took another shot of that monster in her glass. "You still haven't told me what you actually want. What you expect me to do for you."