Thorin continued to watch the others, but his attention was immediately drawn when Lei-Ni stood and took a few steps towards him. As she snatched the cigarette from him he watched in almost disbelief as she ground it into the hard floor thoroughly and returned to her seat and unleashed that beaming smile she often did, before going on to tell them about herself. Thorin’s hand had frozen in the position it was before she had taken the smoke, and he frowned glancing down at his now empty fingers before looking to the destroyed thing on the floor to Lei-Ni and back. 

Looking a little like a wounded kitten Thorin decided against lighting up another cigarette and instead stared towards Quicksilver as if to say ‘Can you believe that?’ without any words. Normally if someone had done something like that Thorin would have responded with either numerous profanities or even with his fists, but Lei-Ni was obviously far too good at her job, already Thorin felt like if he was given the chance he’d try to romance her rather than beat her. 

Just as his thoughts started to wander towards what she’d look like without the skinny jeans and loose-fitting top, she asked him a direct question which brought his eyes back up to her face. 

“What?” he asked, flinching like he’d been caught stealing candy from children. “Oh yeah, well my strengths are… my strength I guess” he began somewhat awkwardly, before he cleared his throat and continued in a much more usual fashion “that and shooting things, blowing things up and anything else which pretty much gets the job done violently.” As he spoke he reached into his jacket and took out his hip-flask before taking a quick swig and returning it to its place with a quick glance at Lei-Ni as if he were worried she may mash that into the ground like she did with his smoke. 

“I’d obviously say I don’t have any weaknesses, but realistically for the job you should know that I don’t work well with machines or other computer related things. I don’t like them and they don’t like me” he said as he absently scratched his head. “As for my hopes and dreams? Well I hope that one day I’ll be rich enough that I can buy some tropical home far away from this or any shithole like it and drink and [i]smoke[/i] myself to death in peace” as he said smoke his eyes once more shot across to Lei-Ni.

Going back to his work he listened as Red spoke, again stopping as she said with a grin on her face "Hey, yeah, Doom. Tell them about the job you did on Christmas!" 

She was obviously looking into each of them, or at least he assumed so if she was asking about his Christmas job. He groaned and replied rhetorically “Nothing slips past you does it?”

Out of habit he reached for another smoke as he began to tell the story, but soon stopped as he realised what he was doing. He began to explain how he had been offered a job by who he thought at the time was a wealthy and successful corporation, a job that required him to steal a priceless artefact from a small independent art dealer that was going broke fast. After a few days of planning he had done the job, the whole thing going more or less uneventfully and all to plan. It was only when he had come to deliver the artefact that he learned the person who had offered him the job was actually the owner of the store who was attempting to claim on his insurance policy. 

“So it turns out that he couldn’t pay me even a quarter of what we’d agreed, so in the end I kinda… uh… lost my temper and smashed the stupid thing over his head before… inserting more of his art into him. Unfortunately for me it turned out that several people would have actually been more than happy to pay me twice what he’d offered if I hadn’t of smashed it into pieces. The same goes for the rest of the stuff that I’d trashed putting inside of him, funny thing is the only thing that I did take – what I thought was some old priceless Asian vase, was pretty much the only fake in his entire collection.” 

Finishing his story he smiled fondly as he remembered the man’s shrieks before adding “No one has offered me a dud job since then, at least not without telling me upfront what is actually going on.” 

Once he was finished speaking he moved towards the centre table which now had all of the information they had so far displayed (through his cybereyes which seamlessly were now linked with the feed coming from Red). Looking at each of the objectives and things he began to rub his hands together and said “Right, so what is the deal here? Which of these objectives are we happy about accomplishing, and which do we need to do more work on?” 

He was eager now to get stuck into the work and to earn their nuyen so he would be one step closer to reaching his hopes and dreams.