Log:The Unlucky Strike

The Yume twins have their ship, the Lucky Strike, stolen

OOC Date: Jan 19, 2016
Location: The Galactic Tabac Pipe
Participants: Emriel Keldau Raim Shah Vosa'niru Sirus Yume Suoh Yume 1-Z4X

The smoking pit is mostly empty at this time of day there is only one lone Twi'lk sitting there with a long purple hose resting in her mouth. The call to action to find the missing ship all leads back to this woman. The smoke coming out of her mouth when she stops puffing is a bright green with little golden sparkles. She has a glass of something thick clear resting in front of her and a little bit of food. She is just relaxing after the last meeting with bounty hunters and other parties promising the return of said ship. The lights have been dimed and a small red light can be seen in the corners as if someone else is watching as well.

Wisp is in the smoking pit area, bundled up in her hooded robes to keep a bit of anonymity, but is scoping out the Twi'lek offering the job to people willing to go out and find a ship. Partly to get a little information pre-'interview' and to case the competitors in it. Eventually, she builds up her confidence and slips into the seat opposite the Twi'lek. "So, I'd be interested in finding this ship."

There is a purple twi'lek girl that works at the Galactic Tabac Pipe, she walks around in her neat outfit. White blouse and black pleated skirt checking on the customers in the place. Her shiny polished name tag reads 'Anji'lek.' She has a sweet, quiet and calm voice asking, "Smokes, drinks?"

Enter another Twi'lek, this one decked out in some shiny armor. Fancy, even, to the point of having some padding around her Lekku and everything. Still, there is some discretion here, as she is wearing a loose flowing robe over it. She makes it to the table about the same time as Wisp. A vox set in her mask clicks, before a crisp coruscanti accent comes out. "I might be interested in finding the ship, as well."

The Twi'lek at the tab exhales the smoke into the air slowly with a grin at the party before her green skinned with blue tails hanging low with a large gold piercings up and down them."I hired one man and not a team yet." She exhales the smoke into their looking at Anji'lek pointing to the drink at the table. "So the ship is called the lucky strike it is a YT-2000 and with a pretty girl painted on the side smoking a hookah." She then laughs softly her voice amused by this info."But it has been missing for a little over 24 hours out of the port here."

Wisp looks over at the suspiciously well-armored Twi'lek that sits down with her with wide-eyes, clearly appreciating the armor she wore. "Uh..." She drones for a few moments before yet another person shows up, and another. Everyone is showing up! Poor Wisp just sort of huddles up. Too much vulnerability!

The galactic Tabac employee, the violet twi'lek, prim dressed one, Anji'lek. She takes Arshona, the green Twi'lek's glass and goes to fill it. "I'll be back with another." She walks back slowly to the bar with a sway to her hips. She gets supplies to fill people's drinks and hookahs.

Raim gazes down at Wisp as she begins to draw more withdrawn and vulnerable from the number of those arriving. Looking at the others he says blankly, "This is the caliper of help you have gotten?"

Raim gazes down at Wisp as she begins to draw more withdrawn and vulnerable from the number of those arriving. Looking at the others he says blankly, "This is the caliper of help you have gotten?"

Armored-Twi'lek sits down, nodding as stuff gets told. "And which leads have been exhausted already?" she asks.

"Well....Right now there are no leads hence this hiring process." Arshona sighs softly with a quick exhale of the smoke into the air watching the other smiliar named woman go to get a drink."All we know is it was taken from the hanger and it can't be found." She then inhales slowly from the pipe in her mouth watching the group."They want the preps that did this alive and they want their ship back. That is what the money men want and that is what they need."

Wisp gives Raim a suspicious look. "I am fully qualified and completely capable... despite my size." She puffs up proudly. "I assure you of that!" She then looks to the Twi'lek that is hiring. "I'll take the job. Don't need these guys! They are probably too expensive, anyway."

Raim smirks at Wisp's glare his way and following statement. He doesn't dignify her with an answer, instead looking toward the twi'lek in charge and asks, "Has anyone looked into the security feed from the Starport to see if it shows who took the ship, or it leaving? That would be a logical place to start."

"Course not yet as I stated we are hiring to the outside for this job to see what talent lies out there." Arshona laughs softly watching the man for a moment."The goal is to see if any skilled agents lurk on this planet. Anyone with skills that might warrant future jobs as well. Think of it as a trial run as well." She let's out another long puff of smoke up into the air this time it is blue and she looks at them."So that might be a grand place to start this little adventureo."

Armored-Twi'lek nods. "Certainly, it is within your purview to tell us some of the more... interesting modifications there are, to this ship?" she inquires. "Or any, I suppose. Modification alters spacial readings, and will help to narrow the search."

Wisp frowns at the others. "I wouldn't mind knowing some more information... but, I definitely want to do this! I need to!" She chuckles a little bit. "I'm broke..." She mumbles, mostly to herself.

"Okay then the pay is 2k per person on return of the ship and the one that took her. The ship is this one." Arshona takes out a picture slowly setting it in front of them."Also it's a good word with the people that hired me. It means more work soon." She smiles at them slowly taking the one purple hose into her mouth for a long drag."They tend to need people with skills."

Anji'lek comes around the place, filling drinks and refreshing hookahs. She pauses in a booth with an obscured figure and goes around her rounds after having a long quiet chat.

Blowing out a sigh, Raim says, "If we sit here all day and never make a move, we will never find the blasted ship. I have work to get back to. Let's move along and check the security feed with the Starport, see if we can find anything out about the people that took the damn thing." With that, he turns on his heel and begins to walk from the shop, as if clearly expecting the others to follow him along.

Wisp nods. "2k isn't bad." She nods a few more times as she thinks it over. "But I like the prospect of more work!" She looks at the others and grins. "WEll, now that we're more officially hired, its time to get moving!"

Wisp also picks up her things and scurries after the others!

Not pausing his stride in the least, Raim laughs aloud over his shoulder and says, "Already moving. And if I capture the ship on my own, then I guess that just makes the bounty six thousand for me and none for you." With that, he pushes out the door and is gone into the night.

The vox clicks off of Armored-Twilek's helmet for a moment, but clicks back on a few seconds later. "This is acceptable," she says, though her tone doesn't quite convey the sentiment. Perhaps the accent. She stands, then, moving out.

Anji'lek notices customers leaving and she bows a bit. "Thank you for your patronage! We will be happy to see you again, here at the Galactic Tabac Pipe." She says cheerily. Branding. Yume Brother's branding for their shop.

(SOMETIME LATER)

The day is well spent searching high and low moving through the streets trying to get everything that can be found out about the ship. Emriel is being lead down back alleys into the wrong places trying to find a clue but is always blocked by a dead end. Raim's plan is quickly taken for he is able to find the tape with the theft but given the angle of the camera and the time of the theft all he sees is a coat disappear into the ship. But the winner of the day is Vosa'niru able to find out about a few other stolen ships out of the hanger. They have all never been seen again but each one was sold quickly to a merchant before it vanishes into the black. This man's name is Hurcana the large not a hutt but trying to be as large as one with his abuse of food on his system.

While out-and-about, a heavily armored Vosa'niru (to the point of being rather well disguised) comms to Zax and meets up with him, bringing him up to speed. "It's not too terribly much, but it should balance some of the repair budget," she allows.

Wisp finally returns to the meet-up location with a defeated sigh. She had proven to be particularly worthless and it was clearly bringing the newbie down. "Ugh... can barely find my way around this worthless trashheap..."

Walking to the designated meeting area, Raim does not look very happy. He is muttering something under his breath that sounds like, "Damn cameras, they aren't worth the credits spent on them if they turn so slowly they miss what they are supposed to be seeing. All I got was a coat getting into the ship."

1-Z4X comms back to Vosa as he descends the ramp of their ship and starts to make his way to the meeting spot, "By the maker.. another one!? It's not the Thunderheart is it? I spent 5 years trying to track her down, Almost had her on Kamino, but there was too much security there."

"I suspect the finders fee for the Thunderheart was well above what we've been offered here," comms Armored-Twi'lek. "Still. Credits are credits, however many there are." She clicks off the comm just as she arrives at the meeting location. "It would seem the Lucky Strike is the latest stolen ship in a chop-shop ring," she begins. "From what I've heard, it is being run by one Hurcana the Large, a... rather portulent fellow."

A large building with a huge spire is sits on the outside of the gearhead district with a huge gate locked with a keypad. The gate is made out of thick iron with little little slits in the middle for shooting from the other side. Next to the gate on the other side is a guardhouse but it seems at this time of day to mostly be empty saying to the ones in the known they are walking the gorunds. Beyond this sits a white building with the red roof that flies high into the sky. On top of that is a blood red flag with a picture of a meat with a savor smell lines coming off of it. Outside of the gate three guards stand with blaster rifles down at their sides and one of them is smoking a foul smelling cigar. This is the empire of the man know to the world as Hurcana the large a up and coming human gangster trying to make his way in on this planet.

Raim is familiar with the Gearhead District and he gazes at the heavy gate ahead of them with a curious expression on his face. "What a place to have a chop shop for ships," he says in a low whisper. "Well... there's a keypad on that gate. Any of you a slicer? The guards will have to be taken out, of course."

"Perhaps not a chop shop, but resale?" voxes Ms. Armored-Twi'lek. "The gate could be a problem. The guards..." The tone indicates that's probably not too big a concern. Somehow. She takes a look at the power cell of her blaster while considering the fortress. "Then there's always the ship. Of course, we can't see what kind of artillery they have hidden inside."

"Finder's fee?" Zax vodes in amusement, "Oh no! We were trying to steal it for ourselves!" He finishes as he joins the group. Turning his gaze to Raim for a moment, he offers, "I know a few tricks with computer systems, but I'm no astromech. I can make an attempt if there's no one else. Has anyone actually scouted out to see the kind of resistance we're expecting?"

The group before the gate slowly scouts it poking around from the outside and only seeing three guards on the other side the one with the foul cigar and his two friends. Each one of them bored with the job it seems and there is no back way in only the front gate. But they do find a large hanger in the back right corner of the grounds where one could assume the ship being searched ofr might be hidden.

Eyeing the Hangar, Raim says, "Well, if I had to bet I would say the ship is probably in there. It looks like the front door is the only way in unless we are flying and I have no wings." His hand drifts to the blaster holstered on his hip and he says, "We fighting then?"

Armored-Twi'lek, who will certainly come up with a better call sign at some point, nods in agreement. "Almost certainly where it's at," she voxes. "We might have a way to fly in, but that would certainly raise undesired attention." The comm clicks off for a moment, as she rummages through a pounch on the armor. She pulls out a grenade of some sort and fiddles with it. The vox clicks back on. "This won't help us get through the gate, but it will certainly help with the guards."

"We're sure this is the only way in? Let me at east try to download schematics of the hangar area before we go in shooting. That's likely a low security file." The Police Droid offers, "And who knows, maybe I'll find a way to open the gate while I'm in there."

The droid quickly logs into the system and bringing up at first useless files and then he finds the ones he needs. First up the code to the gate outfront and next the layout not just of the hanger but the whole area and then he notices there are 16 guards in the punch in clock. He can't find out where they are but there is a back door in the right said of the gate for a service entrance with the code as well.

Vosa'niru has removed Merr-Sonn Adhesive Grenade - 9184 from her Belt Draw Pouch.

1-Z4X centers his gravity as he brings his BlasTech E-11 blaster rifle to bear preparing the weapon for combat!

Raim waits as the droid goes about his computer slicing, his arms crossed and his toe tapping a bit with nervous energy as he looks up at the wall. "Find out anything useful?" he asks.

"A number of things." The droid vodes evenly as he retracts his datalink arm. "The bad news is the logs show 16 security personel currently clocked in. We need to assume they're all in there. The good news if I've got the codes for the gate, *and* the service entrance, which may provide us with a stealthier entrance."

The Twi'lek nods. "That is fortunate," she says. "One wonders if we ought to have a distraction of some sort, or if stealth is the easiest solution." A pause. WHY NOT BOTH? She does not actually ask, but the question hangs in the air. "How close is the service entrance to the hanger?"

The service entrance is right next to the hanger it will be a quick entrance. The plans are quickly read over there is a entrance right into the hanger. But that also seems to be where the guards mostly likely would be stationed the most.

She looks over the plans, nodding. "I imagine anyone stationed near the back would come to reinforce the main gate, should there be an attack." She frowns. "Grenades... ought to do the trick."

Zax cocks his head toward Vosa, "Throw a grenade through the front gate then make a dash for the back door?"

Creeping along with the other two, Raim slips his blaster from his holster and readies the weapon and waits for the grenade to fly. "So we are going to throw a Grenade and then run for the back entrance?"

Vosa'Niru runs towards the front gate keeping low moving well in the gate and then she takes the Adhesive Grenade out of her pocket slowly. She gets ready tro throw it into the gate and then it drops right in front of her with a look towards the gate that is when she notices the grenade at her feet. Then the other two quickly move towards the back but here is a trash can standing in their way with eyes stick locked on the violence of the gate knocking it over with one loud bash. That is when the gate is opened out coming the guards 4 in the back and 5 in the front ready for combat with blaster rifles raised high.

Raim Shah slides his Merr-Sonn "Quick" Blaster Pistol - 2847 out of its holster, bringing the weapon to bear.

As the four guards come rushing out of the back door at them, Raim covertly slips his blaster back into the holster behind his back. He holds his hands out wide to the sides and says, "Back there! Toward the front! We just heard something explode! Can we get away this direction?" His tone is smooth and makes out that he and 1-Z4X were simply trying to get away from the explosives and combat.

"Oh shit after them...."The guards turn quickly heading towards the voice which happens to be towards the girl with the greande. They have blaster high and now they have surroned here with a shake of their heads."Hands uppppppp...." They are all aiming at them with a worried looks but leaving the other ones totally away from each other.

1-Z4X stands calmly as if this was all normal, "Thank you for your assistance citizens." He vodes proudly. "Please do not harm the criminal, we've been chasing her for a while. She needs to be brought back alive to stand trial. Release her into our custody and we'll take it from here."

Twi'lek nods. "Best get into position at the back gate, then," she says, priming a grenade. She moves over near-ish the fence, chucking it at the trio of guards... and coming up terribly off-target. Hitting the fench and causing the grenade to bounce back. Derp. She clicks her vox over to comm the police droid on a private channel, silent to the others nearby. Still, she speaks in Ryl. Paranoid at how quickly this has fallen apart. "Distraction is blown. Backup would be appreciated." She puts up her hands, and clicks the vox back so that those nearby can hear her. "I am job?" She points at herself. "I. Am. Job!" Language barrier, because that will work so well.

The blaster rifles quickly spin towards the other two quickly with a two quick fires one hits Raim right in the chest set to stun the boss wants them alive. The other well aimed shot quickly dodged by 1-z4x his droid body built for this type of action. Then the others still aiming at the girl."The boss wants to see you. All of you. Want to keep fighting." The voice comes from a man in a gold helmet with the biggest rifle and a bright star. His voice is thick heavy filled with malice with a shake of his head.

"All of me?" asks the Twi'lek. Very confused, she is. "I... I am job! I am not fight!"

The guards lead you into the house slowly with the rifles pointed at the group with a few more coming out of the woodwork. The last of the guards have used there knives to cut Vosa'niru out of the glue around her feet and placing her in a little cart made for carying dirt. They wheel here in this fashion into the house and they roll her with the others right into the study. It is a huge study with leather bound books on the walls and a huge man sitting down on a couch. He is a ginger with long hair reaching the bottom of his neck greese cover as if it is never washed. His skin is covered in bright red pimples and his body is obbese as if he is trying to get bigger. His fat fingers are lifting choclates off a little tray direct to his mouth in sweep gestures."Hello there." His voice is big booming but with a hint of amusement under it all."What brings you to my place."

Following along at a peaceable and even friendly fashion, Raim doesn't even offer to fight the guards anymore. As they are brought to stand before the boss of the crew, and the man asks his question, Raim takes half a step forward, separating him from the others and says, "Mr. Hurcana, I presume? I am glad that I have finally met you. It has been a long road to get before you, I even had to respond to a reward posting for a bounty on a ship and tag along with these fools to make it here. I have heard a lot about you on the streets, and I have been hoping to have this opportunity. I have ties to the Black Market, and I like the work you do. I could see us making a lot of credits together with your operation." He gestures back toward the other two and says, "Please believe me when I say that these two were only a means to an end. I have not lifted a weapon against you or your men this entire time, nor did I mean to. That commotion at the gates was all them."

Lounging in the fancy cart all the way to the chamber as though it was made specifically for her, the Twi'lek waits for the portulent one to finish his little spiel. She opens her mouth to speak when the other pipes in first. She hisses in Rly under her breath. "No weapon?" she counters, dropping the langauge-barrier act. Disloyalty suits no one. She sits a bit higher, somehow accusing. "/You/ sent me to that gate with a ticking grenade, and reprogammed my droid to help you in some foolish scheme." She looks to a random guard. "Who lifts a weapon to attack another, and only manages to harm themselves?" She spits out a Huttese curse at the man, leaning back to lounge once more.

"Well....."Hurcana let's the words hanging the air for a moment watching the man."I have had tale of a new player in the world." He slowly pops another bit of choclate into his mouth with a shake of his head. The hair moving back and forth accross his face covering the pimples for the moment."So what is this opporunity you wish to offer me? What is the price I have to pay to get it." He slides slowly to his fat feet the room rumbles a little under the movment and his eyes locked on to the man. His guards slide the blaster up again keeping them on the prisoners."I'm as you stated Hurcana." He then slides over towards his desk in the corner slowly with a quick grab of the goblet. Inside of it is a red liquid thick like blood but it pours into his mouth like a fine wine."So tell me all that you wish little man." He then looks at the woman in the wagon."She seems useless next time you might want to hire a real helper next time. But tell me of our business?"

Glowing red eyes narrowing, Raim wheels on the Vosa in a cart and says angrily, "That is right, you fool. I sent you with a grenade to the gate that I knew would blow up in your foolish face and stick you in place, rendering you as no harm and easily captured to my new friend. I reprogrammed your droid to assist me, because nobody, not even a droid should be forced to labor under the guidance of such a bleeding idiot. Now would you /please/ shut your damn mouth and let the big boys do their business." He does seem quite angry at this point with Vosa'niru, even advancing a step or two toward the cart. His teeth are bared for a moment before he finally turns back to Hurcana and says, "Forgive me. These fools are too much for me to bare at times, I am sure you can understand." He walks over more closely to join the man and dips his head in acceptance of his identity as the new player. "For a mere percentage off of the top of the profits once the ship sales, a pittance really at fifteen to thirty percent, I will allow you into my market. You may think this steep, but consider the fact that no longer will you have to market your ships personally. I will handle that entirely myself. You get the ship and then contact me and I will either come personally or send one of my sources to retrieve the ship and then I will fence it for you. Think of the time and the headache that will save you."

"You shouldn't stick tools in someone's head without knowing what your doing!" Zax vodes back at Raim in irritation. After that he just shrugs, "I'm just the hired help. I've never undertood these two. Also, I may be in need on maintainence."

Armored-Twi'lek narrows her eyes, or at least gives the impression of such. A feat, what with the helmet, and all. "Your market sounds a tad absurd. If it were actually worth Mr. Hurcana's time, or if you had the competance to actually follow through on such a proposal, one would imagine you could have simply walked in without the pomp."

"Well....."Hurcana's eyes drift towards the woman and then back to the man slowly with wide eyes."DO you wish her to breath anymore?" His voice is calm as he looks at her and his fat fingers dancing along his frame till a vibro knife is quickly taken out. He moves towards the wagon slowly the blade dancing in his fingers slowly and stopping right in front of it."She has quiet the little mouth on her. Also what are you exactly offering? Right now what I do is through free lance hoping someone a little bigger might bite." His fat fingers resting on the wagon and the blade in his other hand with a smile at her. His eyes devouring her slowly with a happy look.

Raim closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly as Vosa'niru continues to attempt to get involved. He heaves a sigh and glances around to her as the large Hurcana stands with his knife and crosses toward her to gaze down upon her. "She is just foolish, which I suppose is exactly the purpose that I had for her. I wanted someone stupid enough that they wouldn't notice when I set the grenade to blow up on them. I don't think she should be killed just for that reason. Tell you what, strip her out of that armor. Maybe you and your men here could use a twi'lek dancer or slave to keep morale high? What do you think." He crosses his arms over his chest and then continues, "I am offering to be your front man. You will work for me, and thus for the group that I work for. We will handle all of the leg work. You get the ships, you call me and I will come collect and pay you. It is that simple. I will even take this one off of your hands now and take care of it. And I will take the droid with me as well. And maybe the twi'lek armor, as a mark of a good deal."

Zax is content with just being 'The Droid' for now. He stands idly by and lets Vosa and Raim duel it out for the best tall tale.

"Trying to remove this armor without knowing the proper sequence will cause it to detonate," warns the Twi'lek with a careless shrug. She shifts on the lounge-cart. "Allow me to counter. You do whatever dealings you wish with him," she waves at Raim. "Allow me to leave with my droid, since we're so useless, and I will even pay you for your troubles, Mr. Hurcana."

"Well then....." Hurcana smiles slowly with a stroke of his chin with a look at the woman."Fine I will have my men roll you out back into the gear distract. If I ever see you here again I will kill you." His eyes are cold and with that he runs the blade along her ear slowly with a smile drawing just a little blood."Take her out of here and take whatever money she is paying." He then walks towards the desk leaning against it his bulk making it shudder down into the carpet."So.....then shall we wait for the loser to leave?"

Blowing out a sigh, Raim can only shake his head in disappointment at the deal Vosa'niru has brokered for herself. He shrugs his shoulders and waves his hand dismissively as if to say, "Go ahead, get her out of my sight." Once Vosa has been wheeled out of the room, Raim turns to Hurcana. "So do we have a deal? If so then I will take the ship and fly it out of here and deliver it to our fence."

"Well then...."Hurcana looks at the man after the girl has been taken out of the room."So then how will this work?" He then slides the balde into the desk with a heavy hand watching it sink into the wood. The fat man slowly pushes off the desk it creeks as it is pushed into the floor."So let us work out this deal and the ship out their is yours to do with as you wish." He then walks back towards the man slowly moving his heavy body. Raim considers the question for a moment and then says, "Well that depends upon you. If you wish for your money up front, you will receive ten percent of the estimated take on the ship. If you are ok with waiting until the ship sales, you will qualify for fifteen percent to twenty percent, depending upon the quality and profit gotten. When you bring a ship here, you will contact me and my people will come and collect it. You will go to Xanadu in the Hutt District to collect payment, this works out best for all included. I am not seen paying you, you aren't seen giving the ship to me, we all walk away clean. Deal?"

"Well....." Hurcana looks at the man for a moment taking in all of it."I will take it on the selling of the ship." He moves slowly towards the man with one of his large hands extended with a smile."It is a going to be a pleasure working with you sir. Also I don't want names for that is always a dangerous item. Just like my title is just that." He beams at the man waiting for the deal to be broker."My mine will take the ship to your people later today."

Shaking his head, Raim remains solid on this condition, "I must take the ship with me now. I believe that I have a buyer in mind for that particular vessel, and as such I wish to fly it myself and ensure that everything is in working condition. That is the only condition to this deal, so I hope that it will not stand between us. It is a very small issue, after all." He extends his own hand out toward the much larger man and waits for agreement before shaking.

"I agree to this for it makes sense you were after my ship." Hurcana takes the hand slowly in his own with a nod of his head."So this is sealed and good to go." He then slides the man a key to the hanger with a smile."Go ahead and take it with you. I look forward to this next business." He then walks back towards his chair sinking into it getting comfy with his massive bulk.

Bowing respectfully to his newest business partner, Raim says, "It will be a glorious partnering, we will both get rich beyond measure." With that, he turns on his heel and heads for the hangar where the ship is held. Boarding the Lucky Strike, he preps the vessel for flight and then launches into flight. The ship flies gracefully through the air to land at the private hangar within the Hutt District Starport. Exiting the vessel, Raim heads straightaway for the Pipe shop.

The Tabac shop is once again empty and the Twi'lik known as Arshona is sitting at the same table with a long hookah a red one this time in her lips. There is a pile of food mostly meat in front of her and a glass of water. The shop is still mostly empty the lighting is still dim and the owners this time are sitting down at a table near by smoking themselves. They are softly talking to each other with little smiles and a gestures but everything is quiet.

Raim enters into the shop with his head held high. He dips a nod to the two owners, before crossing toward Arshona and saying, "I have the ship secure within the private hangar in the Hutt District. I will return it once I am paid. I retrieved it by myself, and the others barely managed to escape with their lives because of that insolent Twi'lek with the armor opposing me at every turn."

The woman nods slowly at the man slowly standing up and handing over a case slowly pushing it towards him."The money is inside of there. Good job good sir." She then moves slowly towards the door and looking back at him with a smile." Take the ship back to the hanger then. It is just your cut the rest well we will be holding on to that." She then pushes through the door heading out into the day with a smile.