Ridahne gave him a cold sneer. "The only case I need to make for myself is that I haven't fleed you open head to toe already. I had plenty of chance. And practice." And it looked like she meant that. Of course, she meant to say 'flayed', but her accuracy of less common words was hit and miss. Despite her spotty linguistics, she had enough confidence to make up for it and let him know she was dead serious. She could have. She could have chopped his head off, or his hands, could have cut him open, stabbed him, or for goodness sakes she could have left him in the dust after he passed out. But she didn't. She brought him into her home, despite how lame and dirty and shoddy it was. It was still hers.

Ridahne flicked her hair behind one ear, the silver piercings glittering in the light. She could have sold all the pieces some time ago, but the thought never even occurred to her. Not only were they so much a part of her that she did not often remember they were there, but it was a small piece of home. Of culture. She wouldn't sell that for the world. She considered the little case in her hands, turning it over a few times. "Fragile you say, mm?" She tapped it with her finger and then gave him a little smirk. "So...I should't do this..." she shook it like it was a martini, knowing from the sound it made when she tapped it that it was well padded. But she just wanted to watch him squirm a little. It was too easy.

But then he actually answered her question. Then he actually told her the details of the job he had in mind. The red zone. She stared daggers into him and after a moment of what looked like boiling rage she began to curse in a sharp, jagged language that made her accent suddenly make sense. "The red zone!? What are you, nuts? What kind of job would make you go into the red zone? Do you even have gear for that? Can you even get enough lead for that? Crazy!" She swung a hand to hit his shoulder with a loose, open hand. It was not enough to leave a bruise, nothing of the sort. It was almost...playful. Except rather than playing with him she was just expressing how stupid she thought he was. And this was simply the way she knew to do it.

Still, she did not let go of the case. She looked at it, and at him, and back to it, the wind making her ebony hair sway softly. This was no petty smash-and grab or something of the sort. No. This was bigger than that. "What supplies? How will you get them? And just how much of a payout is there exactly?"