Social Justice Cultist
Lodestar leans back. "Well, if you're putting your own skin in the game, that's... reassuring," she ventures. And yet it was worrisome at the same time, if he felt it would be necessary.Turning to Lodestar he smiles once more. "A hard bargain, madam, and not one I am willing to accept. Such a SIN is worth more than even I am offering per person." He shakes his head slowly. "No, I'm afraid I must decline. However," he holds up a finger, his range of motion no longer affected by that hand being on the arm that was severed only a few minutes ago, "I can arrange introductions between members of the team and an accomplished forger, and arrange to...defray the costs somewhat." He flips the hand palm up. "If you feel the risk is too much, you can turn down the job. You are hardly the only team in the 'plex."
De Vries' eyebrows raise as the apparently mad leprechaun bomber asks his question, then grins. "Of course. I don't get to exercise my subtler skills as much as I once did, and I confess to a certain curiosity. When I last faced this situation twenty years ago, Wake and I broke even. H destroyed his data, but his magic was too much for me to overcome." His smile becomes a predatory grin, showing fangs. "I welcome any chance to pit my magic against this organization again. Yes, I will aid in any way I can."
She makes herself lean back and relax against Odette a little. There wasn't much to do until they were done talking.
Her arm's not shaking. Much.