"Up to ten mil!" she clarifies sternly, but quietly enough "Now sit the hell down and shut up!"<br/><br/>For the next hour, she's working on the comms and everything, and more often than not she sighs, and growls a bit in frustration.  At least, until she gets to the credstick, where after some ten minutes, she's grinning and so<em>very</em>happy.<br/><br/>"Your cut of this?  Not as good as it could have been, but 3k for you, 3 for me!" she says, and after a bit of work with her own commlink she tosses it to you, quite happy with her find "The commlinks sadly don't tell me shit; they're standard, off-the-shelf models, but good ones.  No data whatsoever.  And the woman's... well, it was apparently attached to a biomonitor, and the moment she kicked the bucket it fragged itself; completely wiped and Gutenburg-level re-written.  Damn things more useless than a man would be in my bedroom."<br/><br/>She sighs, tossed the commlink away, and has a seat, rubbing her eyes.<br/><br/>"So... what do you want to do with all the commlinks?  You don't have to bring those in, right?  We could probably sell them, undercut store prices and get them going quick; they're all brand new, save the hotmodded ones, but those are 'evidence' I guess..."