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"i suppose, but the assistance we'd provide would be dependant on the individual at question as well as the pay in question. i'm assuming you have a sizable enough pocket book to by more than a laser pistol?" mute replies dryly, just sort of turning the kick to the back of asura's head into perching on it playfully, her surprisingly light weight and his above human strength making it so that he barely noticed as she sips at her tea, the jerky on the biscuit having quite the savory and sweet taste, the jam's tangy, grape-like (as well as mango-like) taste providing a strangeness that somehow complimented the entire thing while the tea was mint (of course) and quite strong.