<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>When Sundowner pointed out his people were not known for their verbal talents Rose couldn't help but laugh. "I'd noticed that, yes. Hm. Well," the redhead pushed herself out of her chair, keeping the snowglobe tucked in close to her belly, "I'm inclined to take you up on that. Not too often someone makes any kind of offer around here without some strings attached, even a job offer. Consider me all but on board; just have to take care of this last bit with Thumbs and cut him off. Dick's been acting like he owns me long enough. I'll catch up with you in a day or so, hash things out then, yeah?"<br/><br/>All things considered, this was going a hell of a lot better than she ever could have expected. One man's loss is another woman's opportunity, and Rose has always been one to capitalize on an opportunity when she sees one. Not that everyone is happy with her philosophy.<br/><br/>Thumbs. Thumbs might be a dick about this.<br/><br/>Well, one way to find out. Trouble was, walking up on him by herself, that'd be problems. Sure, he might not kill her, but walking into his place with his guys on her own? Even if they didn't want her dead, if it came to a fight, that might end ugly, and there's plenty they could do shy of death that'd be just as unpleasant.<br/><br/>Maybe it was worth taking Marco up on that drink offer first, see if she can't maybe talk him into letting her take a couple dogs out for a walk. They could always use more exercise anyway. Worth a shot. She'd head for Marco's place as soon as Sundowner finished having his say.