"What does it matter?" She countered. "You're the one getting paid, you're the one who wants that pathetic little shop." As much as it annoyed her, though, she was understanding that her usual base insults weren't going to get the job done.

"Your predecessor recommended you to me. You're diligent, determined, and supposedly know your way around money." She rolled her head around, trying to gesture without using her hands. "... Which I may need, as my usual method of money-making also requires my lost body."