"Me with a Facebook? Who do you think I am, pretty boy?" Neena questioned with a chuckle and looked at him. She caught it. Just a moment, a glimpse. A half a breath and something seemed to change. He was blinking a lot, and that made her eye him. What just happened. He spoke normally, controlled and he sounded fine. Maybe she'd just imagined it. Whatever it was, if it had been something at all, it had passed, which meant that it was no longer her business. The rules of the game were not to get personal, because as soon as you asked, it was inviting them to ask you in return.
She shrugged, "I'll be out of this shit hole before anyone realizes I even popped by for a visit. Your toy there is sure to draw some attention to. I hope that it isn't you compensating for something." Keep making a joke out of it and then get her ass down to retrieve what had almost been sold. Neena came to stand on the ledge and looked down. Some people wanted to jump at that height, others would back away immediately. For Neena? She felt nothing.
"See you around," she said, though she doubted it would ever actually happen. A lot of people in the world, a lot of faces she never saw again. The only people she saw regularly were other mercenaries and even then, those meetings were far and few in between. Taking a grappling hook gun from her hip, she dropped over the edge, firing it and as she fell hooking the clip to her waist. There was a small jerk, but a bit of luck got the hook perfect over the edge of the next building. She zipped down and then made her way across the street to get the second half of the job.