Orion nodded at that behavior. Figuring she wasn't an airhead he figured earlier she'd either ignore him or get offended by the hint of being nothing more than a pretty face. Looks like she was one of the calm ones who won't be easy to rile with subtleties. God, those ones are hard to mess with. "If anything I suppose you could call me an investor in a little bit of all of that. I supply some people and get them started, they get big, I get a cut of the profits if they want to keep their neck. Yucky business that is, I don't ask details and leave them alone other than my 40% cut. When you have a lot of shady bosses like that losing that much money, better to be on the safe side in case they slip past my surveillance and send someone at me." Orion said casually, slightly surprised that she hadn't heard of him already. "Is taking money from those types of people who'd spend it getting more drugs or slaves or deaths for some nice whiskey and ending up with their heads gone every now and then so bad?" Orion asked the girl, now trying to analyse her ethical and moral standpoint.