"Half, now." she says with a smile.  The girl looking back to the Johnson, "For everyone."<br/><br/>Hourglass is already thinking about the job, and what she has.  The girl in her corset and fishnet and well, mess of black and oranges, leans back against the bench, stretching and arching her back some till she feels it pop.  "Well, how many crates are we looking at?" she asks.<br/><br/>The Demogirl shifting in her seat, leaning forward, "More than one, less than 20?" she asks.  "Anything of use already in there?" she continues.  The young woman adjusting her gloves as she thinks a little more, "Cause honestly, anything big enough to take out weapons and crates they're in, should be also big enough to draw people in....maybe a secondary explosion to take out more gang members coming to investigate" she says aloud.  Her eyes scanning back and forth as she thinks just about what she can do with what she has.  "Do you want the building to remain up?" she asks, a small little mischievous tint to the expression.