"..You're not one much for small talk, are you, little missy?" Perhaps that's stating the obvious a bit, but it's actually rather refreshing from Lemon's point of view. Getting down to business with a chatter box can be educational, of course, but there's a lot to be said for the silent types.

When the case is opened, she does step forward, her right hand extending towards the product on display - but no touchie. That's bad manners, for one. She does however take a moment to peruse that top page, full lips widening her smile once she's confirmed that the delivery is as was promised.

"My associates will be very pleased," she says, before turning her back to both Neo and the Grunt, stepping lightly towards her Meowth. Cocky, really, to do that, but the pink haired woman seems unconcerned by any potential danger she's opening herself up to. The cat yawns a moment, before looking over at Neo in disinterest, then up at Lemon. "Darling, pay the nice lady for me, if you please."

With a sigh, the cat rises off her haunches and turns away. The coin on its forehead shimmers gold, before multiple sparks seem to bounce off battered brick work, the remnants of a wall hammered by Pay Day. Only once an acceptable number of coins have materialized does she stop. And start purring as Lemon reaches over to ruffle her ears.

"This should cover the costs this time, I believe." The coins are almost impossible to trace back between parties, especially when melted down.