Typhoid cut her eyes to Li Hua with a slightly dubious expression. Proxy. She knew the term, Mary had had a lot of proxies, ever since she'd come of age. Typhoid had never appreciated the idea, giving someone else control to do your will, basically. But then, she'd never been in a position to be a proxy for someone else before. She did like the sound of that and so she nodded and muttered, "Yeah." So long as being a proxy didn't include anything she didn't want to do but, honestly, Typhoid couldn't think of a single thing she was unwilling to do given the right incentive. She'd fuck the guy if she had to or (the knife hadn't gone unnoticed) cut him up. Or both. All the options had a certain intrinsic entertainment value that she was perfectly willing to indulge in. She smiled and it was cruel.