Xia took the money and pocketed it. She still had her suspicions of the little girl, but pay was pay. As long as the money was real and this girl wasn't about to ask Xia to shoot herself in the head, she was willing to take the job. It's not like this girl, Soa she calls herself, was the strangest client she ever had. She sounded a lot like those preachers who use the strange temporal paradox that brought all the weirdos to bolster their influence. She didn't know what sort of god or faith Soa was going to try to spread, but as long as she kept paying Xia won't make too many complaints. She did look at Spiky with some caution however. He looked like a raider, and she had no idea who he was or where he came form. For all she knew this guy could be psycho. Her guns were still hidden underneath the table, ready to take the shot.