She knew what he was getting at, and he wasn't wrong, but it all suddenly struck her as unsettling. Verse knew Emelie wanted to keep Salvo on as short of a leash as possible if he was actually going to be working for her. It wasn't even that she was surprised at the audacity he had to expect her to put him up somewhere - how had Sal put it - respectable, when the fraker still owed her to begin with. It was the ease of everything. How quick she'd shown her hand, whether meant as a threat or simply another sort of power play; how very quick Salvo agreed to it all even with his stipulations. It wasn't that she was desperate for help, a few holo calls could have gotten her men thousands of parsecs better at just about everything he was capable of. Still, she'd hunted him down when she should have just let him come and go from Bespin like the flitting space dust he was. But no. Now they were here and now there were plans.

So why the frak was she smiling so damned much?

"Always did like you in a suit."

Emelie closed the distance between them, stepping well into what she knew would make be considered Sal's personal space.

"I'll see what I can arrange." A shameless wink followed as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But it'll cost you."