"Not really hired." She corrected. "Coerced into it at gunpoint. They did grab me from my college, complete with the whole creepy black van." She really wanted to know why the hell there was a black van on Hawaii anyway, it just screamed dark dealings right? "So not holding them to the fact they'll let me walk away if I just hand it over." She shrugged a little, not being too bothered by it. "Which means just dick them over and hope for the best. Pretty much my adopted family's motto to be honest."
"Oh please, Archaeologists aren't nearly as fun as what my job really is." She stretched her arms behind her as she walked, shifting her bag a little more. "Tomb Raiding means I don't have to deal with all the political bullshit and red tape to go find something lost."
She walked beside him. "And what brings you here? Because you clearly aren't one of them. Last I checked, they were adverse to real clothes wearing all those damn suits, and looking like extras for a M.I.B. flick. If we're about to find some damn crystal skull I'm quitting. Because I saw that lame reboot. And I'm so not Indy."