At Ravener's words, Forty stops following the huge troll and looks back and forth between troll and hacker, clearly torn. "" Frag, Frag, Frag! Why do they all have to be so logical? Want to ride with the badass troll on a Harley, not be locked in a metal box with a human.. But I already screwed up, I need to toe the line. I'd take the banishment if it weren't for the money, but it is for the money, so..."
"Fine, I'll ride with Ravener. Think the advance would cover a link good enough to bother with?"
Once they are underway and doing introductions she'll offer. "Forty -- you already know to swear at me by that handle. Sorry about back there, closest I've been to polite society lately is the Sqatter's Market in Redmond,and there the good bargainers insult you, your mama, your goods, your offer, and your rep, all while warming up. I didn't realize this would be Sunday best manners instead. Yah, I should have known, I screwed up."
"If you'll still work with me, I wrangle spirits pretty good I'm quick, I shoot well for a non expert but my gunis up in Redmond, I'm OK in a brawl with thugs but I wouldn't want to tangle with Henway and honestly I'm better at bullying them so I don't have to fight. I'm decent with walls, and I know a few alchemy tricks that work sometimes-- I'm not very good at that yet, but if you need a short boost to logic or willpower, wanna talk mind to mind, or scramble up a wall I'll see what I can manage."