Rez squints at Amanuel's hoarse mumbling, trying to pick out actionable information amid all the technobabble.<br/><br/>"Y'body gonna bear the mark of heatstroke if ya don't keep yourself watered better'n th'plants outside," she observes. "Sun don' need t'see ya t'dry ya."<br/><br/>The Vulture Queen mentally chews over the idea of<em>'your business is mine,'</em>briefly, considering the idea for hidden threat, then tosses it aside along with the rest of the things the Savvyhead talks about which make little sense. The same words from the Hardholder would've raised her hackles, but from Amanuel they are nearly laughable. "Ya wanna ride along, y'can, but y'better get some guzzle in ya first."<br/><br/>"Th'kegs are what I came about. Th'kegs and th'gun." Her bare brow furrows. "North-east, ya say. Peaceful and wealthy, ya say." Rez's distant gaze becomes somewhat predatory. "Like t'be dead, then, if th'clowns've been at'em."<br/><br/>She cocks her head, oddly birdlike as she studies him. "'Bout th'gun. Whatta I tell Holder-man? Or d'you want t'speak t'im y'self?"