"Well, considering their a bunch of prissy rich pricks who want attention more than anything..." she said, trailing off at the obvious part "Anyway, do keep me in mind for any future work; I'll leave my contact information at the door when I leave.  Oh, and can you arrange for that Native American woman I shot up to be released to me?  She was possessed - didn't know it at the time - but an innocent, and I'd<em>really</em>like to apologize to her and help her get home.  Think you could arrange that for me Smokey?"<br/><br/>Of course, either way she'd be on her way to pick up her credstick at least, if not get to talk to the woman she'd shot up with electro shock rounds...