The Establishment wasn't the only thing you had to worry about in this type of game. The promise of rare items and valuable goods had brought out all sorts of people who, frankly, just had no business being here. A few of those had already met unfortunate fates on the ruined city streets.

Neo's been doing this job long enough to tell the marks from the people who know what they're doing and this woman's complete lack of jitters and the fact that she isn't scrambling for her money like an idiot marks her pretty clearly as the latter. Neo smiles, always pleased to meet somebody to do business with. Marks are nice but there's always money to be found and repeat customers are important.

A snap of her fingers and that Tough, really only there to carry stuff for her, steps up. Wordlessly, he unlocks the briefcase in his hands and holds up the document for Lemon's inspection. Eyes only though, no touching until the cash changes hands.

That Meowth gets a glance but Neo dismisses it just as quickly and tilts her head. Everything is in order, yes?