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Keyrs smiled in a self-satisfied way before getting into the car and situating herself both comfortably and safely - seatbelt on. Though, she did casually keep her hand near the seatbelt disconnect mechanism should she need to make a quick escape.

And that was feeling all the more prudent as the leader looked at her while carrying on his phone conversation. I mean whatever operation ruinings this Artemis fellow caused couldn't possibly have an impact on her present arrangement, but one could never be entirely sure. They could need to make some rapid change of plans of which she couldn't be privy and be about to boot her from the car themselves.

As it turned out, they were roping her in tighter.

[i]Colour Keyrs intrigued.[/i]

"[color=#BF40BF]I prefer to keep my hands clean, but that's what the tech is for,[/color]" Keyrs responded, having the impulse to lace her fingers together and stretch them out/crack her knuckles in a forward motion, though she and the Delgatos were still only on "just met" terms and she didn't think being free with sudden hand movements was quite the thing to do yet. "[color=#BF40BF]Any preference on which?[/color]" she asked on the "get them out or silence them" bit, her disposition indeed conveying interest -and ease.

Getting them out sounded most appealing to [u]her[/u], a trickier puzzle -Keyrs wagered- than merely scrapping them. But if the leader preferred the other route, well, they were "do-badders", weren't they? Getting them off the streets permanently wouldn't register on her conscious.

Even if it did. . .her methods would be on the merciful side of the scale, simply because she was efficient like that. Leaving people to suffer? How uncouth.