She snorted and shook her head. "I'd bet they'd pay nice! Though the fact that driving explosives around is probably the safest gig you've had is just crazy."
He flagged down a taxi and a crooked smile grew at the 'Miss Jones'. She knew he wasn't just some mindless thug, was well aware of his depth, but the fact they were playing at genteel mannerisms was just too fun. She patted him arm and smiled when she came over. "Thank you," she replied and slid into the taxi, scooting over for him join her in the back seat. Taxis made sense in New York, parking was a pain just about everywhere. She chuckled a little smoothed down her skirt as she settled in, leaning forward to repeat the address to the driver.