‘ “ marcus ” ? ew, name gives me hives. ’ quicksilver made an audible retching noise, letting his scroll fall atop the bar counter with an audible clatter. he hates the weather in vacuo, even with the cooling mods on his legs, he was never made for this kind of environment. still, an informant was an informant. mercury cast irritable gaze towards caracal, making an annoyed tch noise under his breath. knowing his shitty luck this one’d be just as pig - headed and creepy as his own marcus, or ... literally any pimp that he’d associated with before. all of them old, sweaty men with undeserving god complexes. ‘ hey. ’ mercury dropped a sack of lien onto the table between them, pushing it in her direction. ‘ tell me how likely your boss is to twist information. know vacuoan city folk tend not to trust outsiders. ’ @intiqaam / starter call.
