She raised a brow at his threat of 'end up a little beaten and bruised' she knew he would be able to lay a hand on her, she is quick on her feet when she needs to be, she can be like lightening at times, especially when she's running off from the coppers. "How much money we talking here?" She asked, curious, because if it was more than this six hundred she was in. Breaking into houses was her expertise, so this could be some easy money for her. She wasn't letting him have her bag either, it didn't just carry her stolen stuff, it housed her important personal possessions that she didn't feel comfortable leaving in her abandoned home, and her coke. That she trusted with no one. She also liked the idea of having a ride on his fancy looking Harley. "And you ain't touchin' this bag, so if you want your shit carrying I'll have to come with you." she added. "But I ain't handing over any money 'till I know what this 'paid work' is..." she gave him a cocky look before putting the bike parts into her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder before walking past him with a smirk and strutting her way out of the shit hole. Once outside she walked over to his bike, she looked it over properly now she was close enough to. She was impressed, she always liked bikes, never learnt how to drive though, and she was accident prone, so she didn't trust herself.