"Well," Audrey said, "I'm sure you'll figure it out. You look like a boy who knows what he wants in life." He actually looked like a boy who had no idea how life worked, but she wasn't going to say that to his face right away. Not when her first comment about him wilting had generated such a response. She didn't want to scare him away or piss him off - at least, not unless she knew it was going to get her something she wanted.
"I worked in... conflict resolution," she said, her own little private joke. "Human resources, more or less. For an import/export company. It was your typical nine-to-five." Sometimes. And other times, it was a midnight smash and grab, or a little hypodermic needle with poison to be administered when the mark fell asleep, or a few hours waiting on a rooftop for her target to walk in front of a window. "Pretty boring." Not.