To Nissa, accountancy in general seemed like the road to a dull existence. Unless it was for something far more exciting, a mob organisation, some black ops group, executives that burned through money on things like throwing little people (political correctness and all) and snorting cocaine. A book store? Hardly going to throw curve balls in the week. To each their own and all that, but lord, she'd drive an iron screw driver through her eye if that were her life.
"Something for a little bit of life around here." Of course everyone had their own standards for that too. A night out was never a great one for Nissa unless there was some blood. A really good night involved at least one death.
"I'm not too sure yet," it was all dependent on other factors; how long Lily's business took, if Nissa didn't need to stretch her destructive muscles, how soon these people took to annoy the shit out of her to the point she needed to murder one of them. She was fairly sure that would be frowned on. "For a while at least, business to wrap up." And she didn't mind sharing that much, it was still nice and vague at least. "Hopefully it's not all flower runs for pranksters." She waved the flowers with a certain degree of displeasure, but it was a successful trip at least and it was dealt with now.