Anya met Skye's eyebrow waggle with her own, let her tongue peek out mischievously, and then went back to whatever it was she was doing to keep her from overhearing too much.<br/><br/>"Not so much a refugee as trafficked," Dale corrected, a hint of sadness in xer tone. "This'd be a a lot easier if she was an asylum seeker or something, but since Cordonia is not one of those distressed states...actually, I think they have their shit together more than we do even with a recent bit of trouble."<br/><br/>Xe shrugged.<br/><br/>"I'll keep you in the loop."<br/><br/>"I got a couple people I can ask," Junior volunteered with some reluctance, as if afraid that his Douchenozzle Club For Men membership card might get revoked if anyone heard. At Dale's look, he seemed even more uncomfortable...but the 'Coon gave him a slight nod.<br/><br/>"So. Anyone got a new job? Since we're avoiding Sticky Dick and his pawnshop shuffle."