"Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?" Natalia asked, sidestepping Jack's question. She laughed. After all, it was silly to expect a master thief to knock before entering. Still, she wished he'd quit picking the lock. If he kept that up, she'd end up having to replace it.
She pulled another glass out from under the coffee table, pouring one more drink while smiling to herself. She looked up at Jack, who still held her previous cup in his hands. It was nice to know that she could still predict his actions, even if he was on her side now. After all, knowing how people react to different situations was a part of her job. What he didn't seem to understand was that the alcohol kept her sane, or at least close to it. Without it she became bitter, and rather intimidating.
"Gallagher Industries, Jack- they're the problem." She reached below the table once more, this time pulling out a box of old case files. "These guys are powerful, and I don't think you and I can take them on alone.