[color=lightgray]Ah, 'her and the girls', was it? Tick couldn't help but feel a least a [I]bit[/I] nostalgic at the idea - even if her time with the crew was mostly her being the eponymous 'girl'. Good times, at the very least.

	Good times here, surrounded by some vaguely same-aged women she had never heard of, except for the adage that they were the, quote, 'most capable criminals this country has never seen', unquote? In their line of work, it was good to remain unseen, sure, but if they had all be seen by this webcam lord with a Matrix nerd basement? Then, really, who was the kidder, here? Clearly none of them covered their tracks well enough to avoid detection to any such degree. There was always the chance this was a sting operation - Tick nervously felt it in the back of her mind as she constantly eyeballed the corners of the room about her -but even now...maybe the idea of escaping from a serial killer with a motley band of ladies wouldn't be so bad. 

	At least most of them looked competent. Some of them even looked like they knew how to have fun. The brunette looked like she could lighten up, at least, and maybe 'Johnny' could do with developing a sense of workplace humor. At least the blondie had a nice bit of snark to her to break the mood. [/color]

	[color=azure][b]"Are we planning to rob a train and tie one of us down to the tracks for ransom money?"[/b][/color] [color=lightgray]Tick joked in turn,[/color] [color=azure][b]"I don't see how [I]anything[/I] could go wrong."[/b][/color]

	[color=lightgray]God dammit, her accent was starting to come out. Always happened at the worst of times.

	Well, if this guy was just going to sit around behind a screen and talk, then sure, Tick could play games. She came here to play games - maybe the stickup-a-bank-van kind and not the "let's play jabber with a 40-something guy over an oversized webcam kind - but...Tick wasn't really giving away too much. Until this guy was going to put some plans up on the table, she hadn't really expected much around here, either. Hey, maybe if it all went down, she might be able to get some of these other girls to run some freight. Might be able to salvage something out of this waste of time, Tick figured.

	But until then...

	Well, if he was offering...

	Tick walked over to the kitchen, found herself the biggest mug-of-a-glass she could, and started pouring the Pinot Noir. It was 2005, too - older than the whole room combined, she bet.[/color]