Q was never one to be spoken of kindly by mothers.  Trouble and regret were words most often spoke behind her back by the sensible.  One look at the smile she offered Caliban while taking his arm told the reasons why.  Those lips promised everything in that moment but that promise was certainly not mirrored by her eyes.  Hunger lurked behind that gaze far beyond attraction.  For what was not entirely known by any man walking.  She leaned in to him as they made the walk to the next room, a slight sniff given to detect his cologne.<br/><br/>“Love a man that smells nice.”  Those words a faint whisper just before she straightened up to look more serious.  Wouldn’t do to be just a decoration for a potential employer and so she relinquished her escort for this moment.  That though had guided her to take off her jacket earlier, to display the tattoos of a past life.  A walking testimony of her skill was what the marks served to a competent observer.  Where she came from resumes were in short supply and were worth less than the paper printed upon.  Least that could be used to wipe your ass as her mentor had put it so eloquently.<br/><br/>One hand moved to clasp her wrist, putting her arms before her.  Eyes watched the face of the man while he made his offer.  An eyebrow was lifted as Caliban scoffed at the money and she wondered exactly how much money he could throw around.  If he was spit’n the fire then he could probably command a hefty price, far more than a grease monkey like her.  That would certainly require some investigating on her part…later.<br/><br/>The meeting coming to a close didn’t make her speak either.  The leader was getting ins his word, least that was what he seemed to be.  Instead she merely probed her bottom against the edge of a table.  Already though a list of names was rolling through her mind, wondering which of them could be squeezed for some information.<br/>