"Yeah, that could have happened, but you're not an idiot obviously." she replied, and meant it as a compliment "You do jump into things though,<em>that</em>is certain..."<br/><br/>She let it sit, eating away at some General Tsu's as she lets the runner say her piece.  She grinned mid-bite, and swallowed to let herself speak again, taking her feet off the table and sitting upright, though still with her food.<br/><br/>"No, not with Knight Errant; a hole with<em>me</em>.  Luckily for you, I'm not some heartless bitch, and I know it was nothing personal.  Hell, I used to be a runner myself, was one for<em>years</em>before I got in with Ares and Knight Errant, among others.  Sometimes you do the right things, other times you shoot people in the face for money; it's how life as a runner goes." she says, with a brief look of reminiscence in her eyes "But yeah, way I see it, you technically owe me one, but beyond that... I think I'll give you mine and Musubi's contact numbers if you'd like, in case you need some help in the future, so long as you didn't do something I find... distasteful and abhorrent.  Or blatantly illegal in a not-very-nice way; can't help there either and neither will Musubi, though if you need to know most anything... well, let's just say my wife is basically a living internet hub and leave it at that."<br/><br/>Then, putting the food down, she picked up the scotch and the creme liqueur, and held both up, one in each hand.<br/><br/>"So... for the woman who was showing off her positively<em>delightful</em>ass at me earlier, which would you prefer: a decent-quality scotch, or a fine creme liqueur?" she asked, her eyes flashing hungrily over the woman's body and in her skintight outfit as she mentioned the 'delightful' ass part "I'm thinking the sweet creme liqueur, right?"