Not wanting people to come in was greeted with a look of confusion, though nothing was said. The courier had been around for long enough to know her own business model ideas were often seen as unconventional and... She had become Switzerland: Ask no questions. Nazi gold raised too many to risk, though.
Usually.
"Ooh, like those really exclusive restaurants?" She suddenly ventured, looking a good deal more impressed. "You pretend you're sold out and it makes everyone hot for you! Like a whore who doesn't put out! Dude, that's why you're in charge, makin' the big bucks!"
She winked conspiratorially and made a CLICK-CLICK sound, pointing a two-fingered gun of approval his way.
"No eye contact, got it!" And the cheerful agreement was spoken over the top of what was now securely in hands, along with the instructions. Albeit, with her faking an accidental drop and laughing it off. "Shimmer will deliver! Just, uh... Keep the flashlighting on downlow, 'K? You weren't even supposed to see that, J."
And she started for the first stage of her quest to deliver the valuable contents with a kick of footwear to the door behind her.