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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Mercenaries?" she asked, tilting her head. It was a curious and non-judgmental question. She knew they existed, in a manner of speaking, from the dueling circuit; there dwelt some questionable characters of all sorts. She couldn't say she was morally against the concept these days, though in her youth she would have been. But then, back then she'd been much more like her mother than she was now. "Or private investigation?" She'd recently read a really good Muggle books with a magical PI, so she was curious.

Her face did harden at the mention of her payment. "She wouldn't take me over the other person despite my experience without a payment," she said shortly, anger flaring at the matter all over again. The woman had not been nice or kind, but she had been thorough, and she was the foremost expert in the UK when it came to Runic Warding. She unconsciously mirrored his pose with her arms crossed over her chest, fingertips at each shoulder. She was able to dissipate that anger by forcing her mind away from the thoughts that had all too often swam in her head, instead wondering exactly what his business interests were, that he'd need a bodyguard. "Your business sounds like it could be very interesting," she told him.

She nodded. She hadn't really known there was one, but it was good to know. If she'd been her brother, she probably would have, but her father had had Ideas on what was good for girls and boys.

She smirked faintly, reaching for her drink as well. She deserved it, making life-changing decisions on the fly. She downed the second half in one big drink, setting it down with a firm clink. "Not gone off, precisely," she said with a grin. "Saying a lot of things I already think, to be honest." Though she'd get jumped for saying it all in public. She twisted her glass back and forth for a moment, thinking. "I'll take it," she said, and almost immediately ordered another drink. Not because it was a bad thing but it was a big thing, and potentially risky. "I'll keep up in the shop and with your stuff, I've done it before." She would be perpetually tired, but she could handle it. "I will have to get some things together and all, but I don't have much outside of a job, so."