Oh, there was a voice, at least it didn't sound threatening, yet. Tina turned to face him and casually propped a hand on her hip. The motion nonchalantly pushing the satchel with it's precious contents behind her back. Looking the figure up and down he didn't give off a menacing vibe. [i]He's more pale than me,[/i] she thought. Just looking at him reminded her maybe this job actually had some benefits, she ate.

“Around here? I'm just going where I'm told. Picking things up, making deliveries, running errands for the boss: earning credits.” 

“Have you ever considered hiding on a roof? You could use some sun.” she added, settling down onto the seat of the scooter.