She took it out, looked it over, read the part number, and it was a hit.  Yay!<br/><br/>...then they asked her to astrally assense it.  Great, magical bollocks, one of the things she wasn't very good at.  She was a courier, not an assensor; if they wanted that, they should have been looking for it, and the 'marginal' penalty was a worthwhile loss to her; sure she could hit up a certain free spirit she knew, but really, his time was worth more than what she'd make on the deal.  She needed to pay that hotspot a visit sometime...<br/><br/>For now, she needed to know where to take this thing, and to do so promptly.