Ashe stands up and walks over to lean against one clear glass wall that overlooks the warehouse floor. Hundreds of crates, were lined up and several locals were working hard to get things unpacked and moved around. She is quiet for a moment, lost in thought over it all. “I brought the other gangs together back home, by convincin’ them that listenin’ to me would be beneficial. I still let them do their own thing and they only answer to me when they cross the lines of our agreements. I am just usin’ the same strategies here, and so far it’s workin’. You don’t think they just handed me over one of their offices do you? I earned it.”

This had mostly happened while he’d been gone, as usual she seemed to lose some of her senses without his balance. This was something she knew, but as she turns her head to look back at him, it’s clear she is well aware she’s walking through dangerous territory. It was like being surrounded by snakes and she wasn’t sure which ones were poisonous. She ran a high risk of being bitten and she briefly wonders if the look on his face is concern or disapproval.

“How deep am I goin’ to go? I guess I’m sort of livin’ on the edge with that one.” Walking back towards her desk she comes in close, before reaching out for his cigarillo. It had been awhile since she’d smoked his brand. “This is what I do. I’m the bad guy right? Who better to navigate all this than me?” She didn’t sound so sure. The months of mind games in Deerington, as well as whatever she and Jesse were doing had challenged her typical way of thinking. She’d always been so sure of her place in the world back home. Here, she’d lost some of certainty. “Maybe I’m playin’ with fire, but if I’m successful the rewards will be bountiful.” For everyone involved. “Besides, I like playin’ with fire. Never could seem to do things the easy way.”