Deserae's jaw literally dropped when Minato approached her so callously. She wasn't sure whether to be entirely pissed off at him, or to just be utterly shocked by his sheer stupidity. Just what the hell was he trying to do here? Get them BOTH killed? Thinking quickly, and shooting a quick glance to the bookie who was now beginning to eye her suspiciously, she shook her dumbfounded look on her face and said,

"Look, kid, I don't know who you are or what the hell you're talking about. I suggest you find your dealer, and leave me alone. I want no part of your drug exchange."

She couldn't help but to shoot the bookie another quick look, hoping to God that Minato hadn't screwed this up for them. The thought alone of what the bookie might do if he had caught onto their little scheme had her eyes then darting around her immediate surroundings, trying to get eyes on Cotton. Would the surprises ever end? She found him talking to Angel...the leader of the Wolves of all people! And he seemed to be grossly into whatever it was that they were talking about.

Anxiety began to rise up in her as she, for the moment, felt like she was alone. Minato knew nothing of the plan, nor could she brief him on it to get him to stop acting so...so dumb. She was screwed, and the subtle hand gesture the bookie gave to signal over a few bigger guys (more than likely the 'security' around here) didn't help the anxiety at all.

Deserae took a brief moment to shut her eyes tightly, willing the room to stop spinning, attempting to release the tight knots that were forming in her gut and to keep her skin from getting any hotter. She should have never agreed to this; she knew from the get-go that she wasn't capable of doing the job...why couldn't she had just stood up for herself against Ryker and simply said 'no?'

Because she felt like she had something to prove; that's why. Not to The Lost Ones, but to herself.

The two large men were practically upon her by the time she felt stable enough to not vomit, and as soon as she opened up her eyes, she quickly reached out for Minato's wrist, tugging on it harshly to get his solid, and undivided attention.

"Run."