"Now why wouldn't I think of you as one of the good guys? We tried to skip out on a bill, but that's no crime. Or at least not a serious one," she amends quickly but still kind of carelessly, her smile just as pointed as before.

And self-protection: that she gets.

"Full-time job. You don't know the half of it." Now her smile does actually fade, and she glances sideways with an idle kind of shiftiness but looks back at Wolfwood quickly enough, her cigarette tucked between her lips. "The guy's walking trouble, but he wasn't behind it all. He was just at the spaceport as backup, and he wasn't even supposed to be."

When she removes her cigarette from her mouth, she breathes smoke out in a shapeless cloud and then rests the heel of her palm on the back of her chair.

"Most of what happened after that was all his work, though."