"Money," came the second reply, as Satoko began speaking in turn. Holding Cerulean's gaze, she peered at him over the rim of her glasses, which were misting up in the humid conditions. "That's all. For years, I have had no issue with paying others to do this kind of work on my behalf. Now, the only difference is that I would be on the other end of the payroll."
Having finished talking, she took her glasses off and began rubbing the glass with a handkerchief, clearing them up. The Sylvania Dome was proving to be an irritating venue, with annoying birds and foggy lenses, but she made no comment.