Emma sent a text to her contact about the tradeoff. She waited for a reply for a few moments. She sighed.
"My contact doesn't want anything to do with this at the moment." She told Scarlet. "Apparently relations between the Rouges and his organization aren't what I thought they were." She stood up leaving the table and heading to the bar to get another beer.
She leaned against the bar next to Reggie as she waited for the bartender to bring her a drink.
"Are you talking to yourself?" She asked him after a moment.