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[Isabel Ramos]

"Credits can always be left to family... Or someone? I don't know. I don't know what you guys like."

She turns straight towards Rose with a confused face.

"Did you not say you wanted me to deliver it to Invergordon? "

[Euca]

Damn it, Rose.

Rose awkwardly remembers the original deal and her demands. The worst overlying social anxiety of course, is that of her collected and bossy facade being shattered as she foolishly tripped over her own flaw, forgetfulness.

"Er, yeah... t-that'll do, forget about contacts..." she mutters as she runs her hand through her hair, slinking back away from the table and coughing in an attempt to ease the atmosphere.

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[Tyria Regalia]

Tyria shrugs.

[Isabel Ramos]

A little sigh broke out from her mouth as she rounds up the sheets of paper she threw at the Junkers. Her head rose and she softly spoke to herself.

"Right... Okay."

Noticing that all of the Junkers were looking at her, she tries to move the meeting to a close.

"Do we have... any further questions with regards to everything we've talked about?"

[Stoner_Steve]

Steve had been watching the conversation with a slight disinterest up until this point, generally fooling around on his communicator. "Like I said before, I'm just here for the credits, and I don't plan on dying just yet either."

[Tyria Regalia]

Tyria shakes her head.

"No, everything seems in order. The plan seems simple enough, which is how I prefer things."

[Euca]

Rose awkwardly nods her head.

"Yes, yes. It all seems to be fine to me."

[Isabel Ramos]

"Erm, good then. "

After giving the signal for everyone to stand up, Isabel calls Paco into the room. She gives him a few movements of the head signalling for Paco to escort the Junkers out and back to their ships.

"Well, that was shorter then I thought. Lets hope they can get this done" she mutters to herself as she watches the Junkers leave the room.