Eventually, Coco just pulled the connection on her commlink physically out of her head. Fucking annoying-ass spam. She kept the time going in her head though, and right on cue, there was the screaming.<br/><br/>Coco let them vent their lungs a bit - particularly the one in the plug suit whom she'd apparently fucked so hard it fried her chipjack - but after a bit of sucking on her ecig while they remained handcuffed to pipes:<br/><br/>"Y'all done yet?" Coco asked, completely nonplussed as she sat relaxed in front of them. "Miss Rotkappchen, now you were riding along long enough in that little head of yours that you should know I'm not going to hurt y'all. Miss... Plugsuit; bad news is your chipjack is either acting up or just fried, good news is you REALLY like suprise-anal. Hell, you came three times in like, seconds.<br/><br/>"But all that aside, y'all here for a reason: I need to speak to your boss, or whoever it is telling you to hang out at that little bookstore plying your trade. Now that that little 'fix in your head is switched off,<em>NOW</em>can one of y'all tell me what I need to know? Alternative is I keep y'all sitting around until some handler comes to snag you up again, but something tells me you'd prefer to NOT sit around chained to a wall yeah?"