[She laughs softly, an amused crook of her lips as they walk. Her posture is casual, even if they're likely walking into danger.]

Please. You know if we were really taking clients, we'd be vetting them ourselves. Maybe find someone to handle the paperwork for us.

[Her tone has that edge of someone for who this wasn't theory or conjecture. She'd done it, selling her work to fund the victims of who she'd been. As if she could buy off the guilt. Isaiah had been very good at his job.

If she's honest, she misses him, just like other people she'd had in her life.]