Beth can do nothing but nod in contended interest as she keptt finishing the plate of damn tssty foods. She could get used to this, actually, having someone around that could cook with something other than a microwave was actually kind of nice. "No shit, huh?" Despite the vulgarity offf the statement, it sounded genuine. She seemed like she was actually interested.

When it came to the origin of her name, she just laughed. "I forgot you've only seen me in the work kit. One sec." At that, she grips the shoulder of the suit jacket she'd worn for the heist and rilped at it. The hem tore suddenly, revealing the woman's bare arm, and the intricate sleeve tattoo that adorned it. "I've got another on my leg...The name sort of stuck, but aomwtimes I get other names...Bonnie, mostly."

Beth returned to the food on her plate, actually picking up some utensils as she dug into the messier food. "So I guess we need a plan, huh? We got a mysterious super box, no idea how it works, and now the police and the heroes are gunna be after us, for stealin' shit, and for murder." She gave him a little glare at that, clearly laying out her annoyance at his recklessness. "So watcha thinkin'?