[b]Rough Rider’s, New Vegas- Nevada[/b]
 
 
 At the abrupt sight of Shelby undressing the woman bit the corner of her lip as it began to quiver. Feeling the urge for something she knew she had to avoid she began to fumble for another cigarette. Once she managed to retrieve one she stood up from her seat while lighting it. At this point sweat was starting to bead on her body, so she carefully removed her blazer while she holding her cigarette in her mouth and mumbled a response to Shelby. “I hope you don’t mind I’m starting to sweat in this thing. I'm not usually one for suits.” Realizing that she broke character the woman laid her blazer down on the chair she was sitting in and moved over to Shelby's bed, in an attempt to hide her lack of composure from her. 

 As she sat down along the side of the bed with her upper body hunched over her legs. Her hands were trembling as she ran her fingers through her greasy hair, between each puff of acrid smoke she shook ever so slightly as she rushed to compose herself.
 
 “Ms. Jackson I assure you that we’ve nothing to gain...from offending you or your Empress.” She took another long draw from her cigarette and took a brief moment to try and calm herself, as it was becoming apparent that she was getting anxious. “I’m…” 

 Unable to continue her sentence as the saliva evaporated from her mouth and her voice cracked, she got up and headed to the suites mini-bar to retrieve a bottle of water. Inside the bar was a vast assortment of beverages, including alcohol and in her addled state she could feel the temptation to grab a bottle alcohol and drown her anxiety. Thankfully part of her mind was still fighting her urge and she quickly snapped out of it and grabbed a frigid bottle of water. At this point in time she was starting to look as if she was loosing her composure. Her nicely tucked button up shirt was starting to untuck itself causing the fabric to billow off of her body except for the spots that were starting to stick from the sweat. Her suspenders were unfastened and found themselves dangling past her waist. Her tie was buried underneath her blazer, at least she thought that's where she left it. Even her nicely slicked hair was coming undone. While it was still tied up in a bun her bangs were starting to fall onto her forehead and the nice precision rows of hair were disrupted by her fingers raking through them. 
 
 Even while she drained the bottle of water down her arid throat, she couldn’t find the relief she sought. It felt as if there was a thin layer of mucus lining her throat that prevented it from becoming moist again. Sitting back down, this time alongside the bed with her legs spread apart and her knees raised. She retrieved a small device from her pocket, it was no larger than a pen and could be mistaken for one to the untrained eye. On the end was a raised silver button that when pressed receded into the main cylinder, blinked red twice and then went dark. She put the object back into her pocket and wiped the unstinting sweat from her brow, and unbuttoned the first few layers of her shirt. Exposing her chest to be as drenched as her forehead. 
 
 “[i]Oh shit, I didn’t think this was going to happen to me again.[/i]” Whispering to herself she focused her eyes on the worn carpet of the suite trying to focus on something else and distract her mind. Still sweating she unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt and rolled her sleeves up. Unable to seek asylum in her own mind she lit another cigarette. With each puff off the acrid smoke she felt both better and worse. As if part of her thrived from it and the other was destroyed by it. Regardless she began to mumble through the cigarette again. “My people should be here in a few hours Ms. Jackson. I apologize for the delay in their arrival but even a small group of armed guards is going to have some difficulties entering the Strip. I assure you that they'll find a way, they always do.” She had slightly composed herself but she was still trembling and her throat was as arid as the Mojave still making it hard for her to speak. "In the meantime. What do you request of me?"