"Well, this is certainly getting the job done," Skate thinks to herself as Marcus bullies his way through the meager resistance and the team loads the canister onto the van. "Charmer or not, we've got the goods, we didn't have to kill anyone, and I'm not any poorer. All's well that ends well, right?" Returning to Marcus' vehicle, she takes the time to disassemble her shotgun again, rewraps it, and stows it in the smuggling compartment before hopping back into the passenger seat. <<Well, stopping us hasn't worked real well so far, might as well hear what the guy has to say.>>