"Ink, you're the resident psycho here. As much as you'd be great for most jobs, this is one where a little tact is required. After we've taken control of the store, then you can come in and do your thing." Adrian sighed. He knew he had forgotten someone, and [i]of[/i] course it was the nutcase. The fact that the guyanese backed her up was probably more to do with him being a sleaze and wanting to get into her pants more than anything else, but Gwen just nodding? Ah well.

"There'll be heists when we only really need you to carry bags, like this one, and then there will be heists when having an unstable American waving an assault rifle around will be very beneficial. In the same way that Carbomb won't get to handle explosives all the time... Actually, do see if you can take a little something to bust open a safe. Thermite, C4, I don't care." 

He was a little sketchy about Ink. Sure, the gal listened to her, which was nice, but he didn't know how much of that was so she could earn more money and not a bullet in the back of the head, and how much of it was legitimate respect. He knew people, and people like Ink didn't seem to be the kind of person who had respect for anyone.

Oh, and she was a murderer, but it would be a little hypocritical for him to get angry over her being a murderer.