Well, that was a first. Vesper could probably count one hand the number of times someone had apologized to her and meant it, and none of those people were in the Resistance. Then again, who was to say his apology was at all genuine? Except it only took a quick study to ascertain that he was maybe a little too earnest for his own good. He apologized like he just couldn't help himself, which was somehow even more baffling.
Great, this guy's a rookie. Were they not even bothering to send her the legitimate business transaction people anymore, they could only waste the barely qualified lackeys on her? That was just insulting.
At least, for a lackey, he was pretty easy on the eyes. More than a little rough around the edges too, an oversized body to go with that sad puppy dog look he had written all over his face. Just how she liked them. Maybe it was that, as well as her genuine shock following the unexpected apology, that was responsible for Vesper changing her tune once they finally met each other feet away in the dim lighting of the hallway.
She eyed him a little more closely for a split second before her gaze obligingly averted to the briefcase he'd set down between them, then back up to him. Even if he was some kind of valuable asset to the Resistance, he was definitely new. His hunched posture and the need to hide his hands in his front pockets gave away his lack of comfort in the situation, which unfortunately for him, was Vesper's specialty. Driving people further and further away from their comfort zone was basically a hobby.
Looking a little less annoyed then she had been two seconds ago, Vesper arched a thin eyebrow at him, the corners of her mouth twitching in the ghost of a coy smile. "What, you want to do this right here?"
The counting, she meant, but she also meant for it to sound a little suggestive.
Without waiting for an answer, Vesper picked up her bag of stolen goods and left the briefcase of money on the floor where it was for him to bring in with him. "Don't worry, new guy, I'll be gentle," she told him over her shoulder as she crossed into the room next to them, the only piece of furniture in there a long table, which would be more then sufficient. For the counting.
Setting the bag down on the table's dusty surface, Vesper unzipped it and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to bring the briefcase over to her as she started pulling things out of the bag one by one. Mostly weapons, and almost none of them ordinary looking, though there were a few standard issue guns thrown into the mix. Not everybody in the Resistance was blessed with superpowers, or the intellect to operate anything more complicated then a handgun. Vesper had been around guns her whole life, she was comfortable being near them, though she didn't always know how she felt about using them. Just the way the world turned.