Something she said got to Nishka, and she wasn't entirely sure it was just the dangling wad of cash that she hadn't brought out yet. But she wasn't clever enough by far to figure out what it was yet, that wasn't her job. Before. Now.
A deep breath before she plunged into the deep end of the pool face first, "I need a new name without having to justify why and hopefully not a too obvious trail showing it" There were some states where you had to place something in the paper saying someone was changing their name, and that shit wasn't going to fly, "I also need a few business licenses expedited, it's not Public Defense, but it's still law, and it's still talking." You're still getting paid wasn't said out loud but it was laid out on the table as plain and blunt as their words were.
"I'd owe you a favor." It was said with the sort of quiet gravity that was meant to convey that her favors were given out less than her money, though she she wasn't sure still if Nishka was the type to properly appreciate--or take advantage of such a card up her sleeve. But that was how important this was.