The Johnson considers Hourglass's requests with a pinched, intent expression as she scrutinizes some unseen display. "We can get you untraceable commercial explosives and remotes with generic components," she offers, "But the only thermite strips we can make available in a timely manner will be acquired from somewhat shady sources, and you'll be in trouble if you ever get arrested by someone who can trace them back to their owners. Will that be a problem?"<br/><br/>She fields Blank's question with a much more amused expression, assuring him "She's one of our assets, her presence was part of your Face's deal for staying on the team. She'll be remaining here until you leave, after which we'll remove her to a safe location until the operation is executed. She's very discreet, but we aren't taking any chances of anything she overhears getting out until it's too late to compromise the mission."<br/><br/>The broad herself seems to be either ignorant or uncaring of the conversation in the next booth, her attention focused on the elf detective. "You heard me bitch," she murmurs, lowering a hand to brazenly grope at the girl's small chest , "We don't have that much time until you leave with your team, and I want them off."