At the 'attractive' bit, there's a brief expression standard for proper Tough Chicks in the face of girlier compliments, but otherwise she just listens.
And, after a moment, sits. "Coffee'd be good, thanks. No sugar."
If he was just like his mother, he wouldn't bother dissembling at this point; he'd have Tried Things. That sure as hell didn't mean trust, but it meant something. And damn straight she wasn't her father. Daddy was a dog.
"The Shaws'll want to keep an eye on your every move, you know," she says after a moment. "Me? Well, gotta be frank." She generally was. "I just want to stay close enough to the top to not get shoved down. Like the Scarlett O'Hara crap, you know...'I'll Never Go Hungry Again'?" It's almost growled. "Takes more than most people think to make real sure of that."
"But yeah. I think we can do business."
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