GinjaGen
Not-so-Sneaky Ninja
"Fast works for me." Darya responded, grinning at the two men. She had lived on the sea for her whole life, which was famous for being unpredictable. Because of this she was completely capable and comfortable with dealing with sudden plan changes. Plan changes certainly beat being thrown overboard by a giant wave, nearly drowning, and fighting off sharks while she waited for her good-for-nothing father to finally stop stalling and begrudgingly throw her a flotation device. That exact event had occurred on her fifteenth birthday. She'd gotten even, however. She'd "accidentally" pushed his second wife into the ocean a few days later when the woman had insulted her. Her father was much quicker with the flotation device, but this wife wasn't quite as good at fighting off sharks as Darya was. The woman had survived, as Darya had been sure she would, though missing a digits. The woman had learned not to insult her, and her father realized that not only was Darya hard to kill, but she was also quite good at getting even.
Darya took a sip of her drink and smiled as she was lost in that particular memory. It was quite obvious from the smell that it was a pretty strong drink, yet she appeared to drink it as easy as she would have water and didn't appear impaired at all.
She finally looked up, ready to talk business. She put her drink down, which indicated she was getting serious. She looked back and forth between the men in front of her as she talked. "I've got a wonderful ship picked out and all ready to go. She's small, fast, maneuvers well, and is practically silent. As you might have just seen, I just arraigned our trip with the owner." She said, waving towards the door that the men had dragged the oily man out. "Not bad for a few hours work, if i do say so." She said winking at Charlie.
She picked her drink back up and took another sip as she watched the two men in front of her for reactions to her information. Then she nodded at them. "You get the info you needed?"