Alex shrugged and went to fixing herself another beer, sliding a slice of lemon in the neck of the bottle again before taking a sip. "I think my work here is more rewarding. I mean, a trained monkey could do it but... it's kind of nice to contribute, you know?"
"What is it that you do here?" he asked, sipping at his scotch. He kind of doubted that it was smuggling drugs, especially if she found it rewarding, but who the hell knew, right?
"I mostly procure items that people can't get here for one reason or another." It was mostly legal, too! "Going to a few adult stores for someone was one of the highlights." She chuckled huskily. "I guess that kind of makes me a personal shopper, huh?"
He laughed. "Sounds like fun, even." In another life, he could certainly see himself doing something like that. (Especially the part about going into an adult store.) "I think personal shopper has a nice ring to it."
"It certain sounds better than drug smuggler," Alex agreed with a chuckle. She really hoped that she'd never get sent back home - she'd created a hell of a life here. But she knew that she had no control over that. So she'd have to make the most of the time that she had.