Zitka blushed furiously at his comment, crossing her arms over her chest just under her small breasts. "If it comes to it, I<em>will</em>take the job by myself. I survived for years on the streets without some over-fucking-protective cleric." Zitka glared at Gered. "And could you wait until he's actually said what the job is before you accuse him of trying to get us killed?" She ignored the comment about wanting to play with him just because he was rich.<br/><br/>Zitka nodded when Arin spoke, her eyes shifting back and forth in thought. "Where was she last seen, what does she look like, and any important details you might have about her." As she spoke, Zitka swam over next to Arin, leaning back against the side of the bath.