Caya's smile grew into a very large grin, but she stepped into view and also kept her hands in view and off of the wall. She even laughed slightly, "You are different than most. They'd have just shot me and not asked questions...or tried to shoot, at least. But at least you're not as dense as most of them, either."
She went silent, eyeing the weapons curiously before looking straight through the faceplate again, "So, yes, you're right, I'm not just some simple harlot. I'm not a harlot at all, either, and never have been, so you can get that out of your head right now, Lance. And no, I don't have a brother, either. The brother thing makes most men think twice about trying anything stupid. And I'm not a bounty hunter either, so don't worry about any competition from me. I'm just a woman trying to make a living, and as you've probably figured out by now, I have very sharp eyes.
"I've also got a fast draw, a decent shot, and an okay pilot. With a wide list of talents, its easy to make a living. Be it smuggling, mercenary work, or simply gathering information, I'm better at than you or the rest of your types...though I still think there's something else about you that makes you unlike them. Which is why I'm telling you this without raising a weapon to you."
Her grin had faded into a more serious look, "And yes, that idiot kid cracked when I had the blaster to his gut and told me where that Rodian was earlier today. He's probably still there, too, but I'm not telling you a thing until you do some things for me. Most importantly, lowering your weapons, cutting me in for fifty percent, and indulging me by telling me exactly what it is that I can't pinpoint about you. I've got a damned good feeling its got something to do with that armor, because no one wears a bright getup like that and keeps a mask unless they've got something to hide."
