Sacha listened to him when he came back, huffing on her cigarette....but when he brought up something about being a friend, she was caught by surprise and ended up choking on that same cigarette, coughing and wheezing smoke..."You mean you'd.....*cough*...nevermind," She gave him a more serious look now. "My name is Sacha Derterani. I work for the Morettis as a child-rearer...I am the one who runs most of those sweatshops, and I'm also the one who steals most of the children we bring to work there in the first place. I am a free spirit if you will, and I have a daughter named Lucky, from an unknown father. Most of the time I live a happy life." She hesitated, hoping that spilling her guts wouldn't get her in even deeper trouble. "Today I go out to the bar hoping to meet a nice man or two, and a svelte rabbit calling himself Falder introduces himself to me. But..that didn't last very long. He says he needs to take me somewhere and brings out a gun. He says he sent his goons after my daughter and I fear for her life, so I go with him. Then, when I get in the car, he says he's the father of my child and he wants her back. I do not believe a word of it, but you never know. Then you show up and shoot them down, kidnap me yourself. My daughter still is missing."
She batted her eyelashes for about the zillionth time. "That is it. That is the whole story, the story of me, there is nothing more to it than that. I hide nothing. Zilch. And what of you?" she asked. "Who are all of you? And how can I be sure you're my friend?" She was a bit confused, and felt she should know these men, but it wasn't coming to her at the moment.