Lemon has always been...flexible. When it came to rules. Here and now, this is a simple way to bend things to suit both their purposes, and she very rarely asks this of Darling as it is. Being so new in town meant that exchanging some of her existing items for local currency had been delayed, especially with the chaos in town - but by that same token, it meant she could be here, now, to complete this exchange.

Both arms fold over her chest, distant amusement evident at the mad scramble. The lit cigarette is flicked, dislodging more ash, before she offers a shrug of her shoulders to in reply to the eye roll. Men, she seems to say. The unspoken understanding is clear enough, at least.

And then all is approved. "Thank you, little missy," she purrs, before closing the gap to accept the briefcase and its contents. "I'm certain we'll be doing business again," she adds, though a regretful sigh follows as she moves back towards her cat, who is still watching the proceedings with lazy gaze. "Sadly, I won't be the one to handle those. I'm needed for a more...public facing role."

Still. Transaction complete - and without any fuss or feathers flying. Just how she likes it.