Taking an inward sigh of relief, Maren leaned back. She'd never been in prison and thus could not really emphasize with Jimmy's exasperation, which seemed almost preposterously overblown to her, yet she showed none of that. "I can't say that I've ever moved into the same waters as you did, Jimmy. Never been caught or anything myself, so I guess I can't emphasize." She took a rather big gulp of her drink, more to collect her thoughts and formulate an answer than anything else. The sour taste combined with the smoke that permeated everything was dizzying her, and she would really like to leave and get a fresh breath of air.
"I haven't been given specific numbers, only that they won't be taking more than three Hummels and six Zwillings." God, this drink was atrocious. An unvoluntary shiver went across her body, which made her almost spill the drink. Okay, better place that down somewhere, and she did so on the table before them, folding her hands afterwards. "In other words: Up to this number and you'll be paid for each you manage to get."
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