Raza
Ray’s understandin’ of Raza’s loyalties might be a little off, but she wasn’t about to correct her. Raza works for herself and Jack. Sure, she comes first in the same way that Jack comes first for himself, but they’re roughly second (or third) place. Still, she listens with obvious attentiveness, sitting back in her chair and gnawing thoughtfully on the end of a pencil. The poor pencil’s seen better days. “Interesting,” Raza says finally, taking the pencil out of her mouth and crossing her arms across her chest. “I could be game, but it depends on what kind of information ya got. It’s only win-win if we’re trading on the same level, an’ I can only speak for myself, but info ebbs ‘n flows.” Pausing to look up at the ceiling and run through her mental inventory, the proprietress nods once, decisively. “Yeah, bring me a couple’a good things an’ we can talk about makin' it more official.”
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
