<strong>Location:</strong>Underworld 66<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody<br/><hr/>Valiah let her right index finger circle the edge of her glass. She picked up the drink and took a sip form the multi-colored cocktail. She tossed her hair to the side and gave the dark-skinned human a smile. She allowed the silence to linger for another few seconds, before inquiring.<strong>“That all depends, darling. Who would we be babysitting?”</strong>She had spotted the contact long before his gaze had fallen upon her. Both his appearance and demeanor were hard to miss. She did not even need her Zeltronian empathic abilities to pick up on his nervousness. Was it normal pre-deal jitters or something else? He was undeniably feeling more than a bit of apprehension.<br/><br/>She followed his gaze and figured out he had spotted at least some of her fellow crew members. When his gaze returned to her, she smiled.<strong>“Hope you don’t mind, a girl’s gotta watch out when she comes down to the seedy underbelly of the city. Not all gentlemen have as honorable intentions as you do, after all?” </strong>She took another sip from her drink.<strong>“So how about it, handsome? My crew will not take on a job without at least knowing some of the details… Who would we be looking after? And which outfit does he or she need protecting from?” </strong>She circled her finger on the edge of her glass again, but this time she did it counter-clock wise. To the human, it would appear as nothing more than a tick or a habit, but Darion would interpret it as a signal to be alert for any sudden movements from their contact. If the deal went awry it was likely to happen now.<br/><br/>