He was right, she couldn't hold a job- not even the one Hammer had tried to hand to her. That had lasted all of a few hours before there was an "incident" and Mary the mouse had taken over and nearly gone into hysterics and it had all been kind of annoying. But what did she need a real job for when she'd become pretty okay and pickpocketing and had a place to stay? "Not quite all it's cracked up to be," she said blandly and tipped back her second shot then turned to Calvin with a slow grin. At the moment she was thinking about Rankin's wallet and whether or not S.H.I.E.L.D. would offer any kind of reward for his capture. He'd be no trouble to capture if he didn't even know that was what was going on. His wallet would pose even less of a challenge. Easy peasy.
The former she'd have to look into to make it worth the effort, but now she knew where he was staying. The latter she could make a go for, why not. She had nothing better to do. Typhoid slid off the stool and leaned on the bar right beside him. "So, Cal," she practically purred it, but there was something malicious in her eyes. It was always there. "Wanna kill an hour or two? For old times sake?"