Zara rolled her eyes as the man puffed his cigarette like a madman. Though this gave her a bit of time to enjoy her own, at least. If the guy was bullshitting her though, she wanted to finish this quickly. As she was expecting some customers today. They both puffed their cigarettes in awkward silence for a bit before he started talking again. Talking to someone from this company didn't sound like that good of a plan. She had never trusted the large corporations, and wasn't planning on starting now either. Though there wasn't much to lose from talking to them, probably. "Just let me warn you, if you give them any hint of this location, I will kill you immediately." It would still mean she'd have to move, but at least it would give her the satisfaction of killing this guy.

Then man then started fiddling with his cybernetic arm. She smirked at his comment, wondering what made him thing she'd freak out over it. Zara had a mechanical arm herself. Plus, she regularly ripped human bodies apart with her hands and teeth. A twistable, detachable arm wasn't exactly freak out worthy to her. "You know, you should really buy some maintenance supplies for that arm. Those lock-ups happen because you don't take care of it enough." She was by no means an expert. But being forced to take care of and fix her own cybernetics for the past years had given her some experience at least.

Eventually a microphone was pressed against the glass. That wouldn't do much good, but she had drilled small holes in a circle in the glass for just that reason. "Hold it over here at the holes. You'll have to press the button for me." She spoke, finally throwing her cigarette on the ground and stamping it out as well. "So, talk." She spoke once the other side was able to hear her. Next came what basically sounded like a sales pitch. The money was pretty damn good though. 5000 credits. Half of it would give her enough to get her cybernetics properly checked out, and she would even still have enough to buy a enough bodies to eat for a month or so. However, she doubted it was going to be that easy. So she wanted to come prepared. "I have some demands. I'm bringing my guns and keeping them on me at all times. I will not enter any rooms that can potentially lock me in. And lastly a warning. If anything smells suspicious, I will shoot first and ask questions later."

The other side spoke again. "Hold on, I will need to confirm with the higher-ups." After that there was a minute or two of silence before the voice spoke again. "Everything is confirmed. We will be awaiting your arrival then. And try not to eat our operative on the way." Zara ignored the last comment. She had gotten used to the prejudice by now. Plus, they did have a point. She may be sane most of the time, but hunger could turn her into a rampaging nutter as well, even if temporarily. "Guess you're lucky and get to live for now..." Zara spoke, moving to the side of the door. There she first opened a small wall-mounted cabinet to take out a Predator IV heavy pistol, shoving it in her pants at her back. Then she pressed a button right beside the glass door to unlock it. "Any wrong moves from you you know what'll happen." She warned before finally opening it.