"Tuesdays, maybe," quipped the undead killer-for-hire, though made a, "Nuh-uh-uh," at the first sign of a Rhiannon's skull craving. "Well, now it's mine. So, you can pay me, instead. The hell you need a thing like this for, anyway?"
See, now Katherine was getting curious. What was so special about it? It was meant to be valuable. Was this one of those allegorical things? You had to look inside yourself to... Understand your true value? Or was it just made with a bunch of uranium?
Was that why it had three eyes...?
"No, you don't!" And, again, Katherine swerved. Rhiannon might have earned some respect, but she was still the type who as best avoided when a tussle was on the menu. She wasn't quite successful, though - and only having one free hand made it difficult to fend the girl's own away. "Price just went up, Sweetheart! One more like that and it'll be an extra grand!"
But Katherine's focus was on the immediate threat. She'd forgotten about the legs of who she had commandeered it from and tripped. Her cargo going flying into the air.