"If ye could turn 'round an' sail out o' here, ye wouldn't put up wi' me in th'first place."
She lowered her hands, grinning like a fool.
"Ye ain't gotten what ye want, yet. Losses look bad, mate. Real bad."
It was, of course, much easier to breathe when a weapon wasn't being pointed at you. Easier to be cocky, too.
"I ain't got time t'be messin' wi' yer shit, Jager. I ain't got no use fer yerself besides usin' yer connections, an' last time I checked I'd already got ye in me pocket."
A flicker of self-awareness, there. Soon gone.
She lowered her hands, grinning like a fool.
"Ye ain't gotten what ye want, yet. Losses look bad, mate. Real bad."
It was, of course, much easier to breathe when a weapon wasn't being pointed at you. Easier to be cocky, too.
"I ain't got time t'be messin' wi' yer shit, Jager. I ain't got no use fer yerself besides usin' yer connections, an' last time I checked I'd already got ye in me pocket."
A flicker of self-awareness, there. Soon gone.
