[u]"Hey. Hey...[/u] [u]...We need to work out a deal, or something. Because y'know, I've got better things to do than get brutally murdered. Perhaps...oh. I can get you a girl, I dunno. Or more drugs, or more guns. Pelts?"[/u] [i]Irina didn't exactly sound too desperate to gain Jason's trust, though she was offering a lot. She honestly expected him to react terribly. Some sort of insult or "I onleh want ya skull, ya bitch.", one of the other. She had begun to lean back in her iron chair, a sly grin upon her face. She had realized that she was close enough to where she could just be a colossal bitch and bust Jason's blood vessels instantaneously, but where was the fun in that?[/i]