Fontaine, is it. Single name, self-important type. Two seconds in and she's already found the city's "king's" nemesis. That's good and bad in a way that unfortunately speaks to her. Yeah, okay, fuck this guy, but she's tougher than he thinks, tougher than everyone things. Getting locked up isn't exactly appealing, though she doubts they have cells that can hold her. Still, though.

"What are you offering?" she says coolly. "Just what do you do, Mr. Fontaine?"