"Awesome," she chuckles, eating her food while it's hot--and she doesn't do the usual girl thing of picking around, 'cause she's hungry and it's not like Reno's stupid enough to think she doesn't eat like a normal person. She's been taken off guard by a couple explosions, but none she's set, and none that really needed to happen to begin with: someone fucking around with the shiny stuff and a block of plastique explosive damn near took her arm off her once, and she wasn't too happy about that.
It's a lot like her job, this Turk business; you do what you get asked, you get paid, and you make sure anyone liable to run their trap about a job doesn't, or can't, whichever's easier to ensure. She's far from as universally-known as Reno, but in the circle of people who are apt to hire a hit on someone they need dead, her name is the one brought up when you really, really need it to go right the first time and not be traced back to you. But she's not going to tell anyone that unless they already know, or are soon going to die anyway, so she settles on the rather more innocuous for conversation. "Good breakfast choice."
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Date: 2011-02-28 05:14 am (UTC)It's a lot like her job, this Turk business; you do what you get asked, you get paid, and you make sure anyone liable to run their trap about a job doesn't, or can't, whichever's easier to ensure. She's far from as universally-known as Reno, but in the circle of people who are apt to hire a hit on someone they need dead, her name is the one brought up when you really, really need it to go right the first time and not be traced back to you. But she's not going to tell anyone that unless they already know, or are soon going to die anyway, so she settles on the rather more innocuous for conversation. "Good breakfast choice."