Trish sat at the bar, really hoping this opportunity panned out. Since they began the ID checks, she'd been living in hiding and paranoia for far too long. A breath of fresh air was needed, and soon, or she was going to end up doing something drastic. Her final play was ready, it had taken the last of her cash to set up, and her supplier said that while the station was being swept, he'd be dry. 

Her pack sat on her lap, keeping it close, for in addition to her normal supplies, it held her nitrogen triiodide claymore. It was one of her preferred fuel sources for it maintained a solid, crystal form, and was easier to smuggle through security checks. She'd replaced the outer casing of the fuel with steel ball bearings that she'd stolen from a mechanical supplies hold. Normally they'd be used for doors and other moving parts, but now they were her way out. 

If this job didn't work out, she already had a home for this little guy. There was a trash chute that led to the recyclers. And this chute passed right by the life support systems with nothing but a non-reinforced aluminum wall between them. All it took was three stories of rope and she was golden. The trigger was wired into her gloves, so that if she touched the thumb and little finger of her right hand together, the circuit would be complete, and boom. After it was in place, she'd place herself near one of the station's many escape pods, so that during the chaos, she could conveniently get out, no questions asked.  

Trish almost cringed when Sonny called out to "Girls." She assumed that it was directed at her, and whomever else he'd rounded up. Her supplier had put them in contact with one another, saying that the old man had a way for her to earn her escape off the station. Dregor probably just wanted her gone so that the authorities could chase her elsewhere and his business could resume as normal. 

Downing the last of her drink, she stood up, moved her pack to hang by her hip now, and made her way into the curtained room. Within she saw the rest of the girls, Sonny, and another man, whom she assumed to be the client. Still not saying anything to the group, her eyes quickly scanned the space, noting that the entrance was also the only exit. As such, she leaned her body against the wall just by the door and meekly greeted with a [color=fff200]"Hello."[/color] Continuing to look over the group, she took in the details of each person, though her gaze noticeable lingered for a significantly lesser amount of time on the client.