[ She just gives a slow, owlish blink, then laughs playfully. Honestly she wasn't expecting much. He must be about as new as she is, or just playing stupid. Either way she'll get what she wants either from him or someone else.

Still doesn't mean she has to walk out of here empty-handed. ]

Dios mio, what do you take me for? Someone that works for an illegal, wanted underground organization that operates as a terrorist group?

[ Not wrong. ]

Nah, I think I like you too much to be into the torture thing. I'd break a nail.

[ Speaking of, she drags them across his beard, scratching a bit affectionately. She does like them scruffy. ]

If I had a number, I'd give it to you for the way you're rocking the toga, but instead how about you find us a place for me to blow you?