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Ingrid nodded. "That's probably a good thing. If we talked about Zariah the whole time, I'd risk using her name too much. Did you know if you say it ten times in a row, she appears in your bedroom at night, steals your nail polish and then kills you in your sleep?" she asked with a chuckle.
Then the man said he was here with an offer.
Ooh, I hope he's selling drugs, she thought. Neron had to keep the Citadel funded somehow, right? The idea made her recall one time a Halo visitor traded her drugs for a couple of fish. (The drugs had been fucking awesome, by the way. Unfortunately, the guy died while trying to pet an ursur, so Ingrid never got to ask him about his supplier. R.I.P.)
"Offer away," she said.
