Hannah watched him follow her hands, and grinned when he told her what he did.
"See, I told you it would be interesting! Wouldn't pick you as a... courier... you don't seem the one to take orders from anyone."
She gave him a cheeky smile. Hannah didnt have enough information on anything to have made the trip worthwhile. But, she was almost enjoying herself, the thought concerned her. He was someone she normally wouldn't have anything to do with - a courier normally meant a smuggler, and they bought in the drugs. People like him are almost as bad as the dealers themselves. But, something was off, she couldn't pick what was different about him. He mentioned getting another drink, and she glanced down at the empty glasses, contemplating it for a moment.
"Another drink? Yeah, why not. Im flying, so just I'll just grab an orange and soda. Already had too many vodka's..."
She laughed and looked across at the bar with a grin. She pulled out her wallet and held out some credits for Bryan to take. She hated men who bought drinks, they always expected something at the end of it. They were always the same.
