Her brow goes up at that. "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, but I'm not looking to have my services compromised by amateurs." Fingers steepled. She slides the shades down her nose to reveal eyes, sharp and hard like iron daggers. "I'd tell you what I'd look into first of all. Protection. 'cuz like I was saying, next theft, I'm gonna come looking for you, and security here.... Well, it's not exactly strict, is it?" She'll throw the girl a bone. "Maybe you'd be well served by working the other side of the coin. If you know locks, then you should be able to work out how to construct some working security."

"Locks huh, I know locks I know forensics and I know clothes and music. If you need security that would be tough for even a master thief to get through I'm your girl. First off altering that lock on your front door would be a great idea I mean the pin & tumbler design is complete crap. at least a wafer design takes me five minutes to crack that took ten seconds."

She huffed before turning to her closet and shaking her head a little.

"Yeah course I can do security. not a problem, could also give you bootleg fashions from the top magazines if you wanted. I'll show you some of my work some time if you're interested."

"Sure, lets see here..."

she hummed collecting her bag and pulling her picking tools out along with various other things she carried around with her most of which were odd for someone to carry, she was an odd one though. She quickly took apart the lock and pulled two keys tossing them to Elise. she was quick as she worked taking roughly fifteen minutes to set up the replacement lock and testing it smirking when it worked just right.

"Much more difficult to pick a wafer lock than a tumbler lock."

she dropped the third key into Elise's lap before moving to the closet.

"The rest is going to take a bit of planning on my part if we were on the mainland my techie would have finished a plan in a snap."

She watches the girl go to work. El's never been good with computers, and her expression is a mix of incredulous and skeptical. She shakes the ash off of the cigarette's tip. "Thanks... Eyes follow her as she moves, tucking the key away in her drawer, stretching naked arms. She yawns. "Sounds like a start. I may be sending someone your way to consult with you."

((not a problem))

"sure got no problem with that."

She asnwered simplylooking over the closet then the room taking a seat again closing her eyes to think starting to make a plan in her head.

"Really though not sorry I tried to rob ya; just sorry I got caught ya know... Still would love to help you with your services in more than just the security; What else ya need?"

she decided to offer sort of taking a liking to this rough girl of course in a platonic way, anything sexual was beyond her capabilities of thought.

El seems perfectly comfortable half-naked. It's not a sexual thing, really. It's a domination thing. If this were any other scenario, she'd be shifting uncomfortably. But here, she's fully taken charge, utterly unconcerned with the fact that she's only covered by skimpy strips of clothing. She kills the cigarette in a waste cup. "I need you to work on what I asked you to. Go back to doing your thing, whatever the hell that may be. Robbing girls on campus or sticking your head between their legs or whatever. And when I see how well you can keep your mouth shut, we'll start talking about what other work I might have for you." She opens and recrosses her legs.

She however wasn't comfortable with elise in such a state of undress nor was she comfortable when she spoke of Michael doing anything of any sexual sort. Those were the things that allowed Elise to take charge at this moment, had she been fully clothed she'd have had no chance at being the top of the food chain right now.

"I can keep my mouth shut trust me... just never imply me doing anything sexual again if you can manage that..."

She huffed slightly holding back a sickened expression and her churning stomach still, being a germaphobe was a bit of a hinderance more often than not though it had meant she almost never got sick; which was always a plus in her book.

"I'll have a better plan for your closet in a day or two by the by."

Blue eyes rolled sarcastically. "Oh yeah. You've kept your secrets real tight to your chest so far. You're a regular tightly-wound enigma, aren't you?" A snort, and she shakes her head. "and you can absolutely trust me when I say I don't want to picture your mousy little body doing anything sexual. So how's this? I'll just pretend you're a nun from now on..... Sister Sly? You know there's sex juice on those sheets you're sitting on, right?" Maybe, maybe not, but the sadistic twist to her smirk is all that matters.

"Everything I've told you is public knowledge so yeah kept my secrets pretty tight yeah..."

She paused leaping up from the sheets eyeing them shivering a little before turning back to Elise.

"You can be a real bitch... i'll make sure to remember that."

Strong personality was a great trait as Michael saw it even if it was a bit rough and tough. she lifted a brow again looking at the sheet then her skirt.

"Going to have to burn this skirt now."

"Sis Sly, I'm always a bitch. It's the only way to survive in this hell hole. It's a hard place to live, and trust doesn't come easy. So you'll forgive me if I don't take you at your word. It's easy to keep secrets when you aren't very selective in what you keep as common knowledge, is it?" Sunglasses slide down her nose. She pinches the bridge. Fingers count off on the desktop. "So far, I know your alias. I know what you look like. I know you've got a real adorable aversion to girl-on-girl action, and I'd bet that extends to more than plan vanilla sapphism. I know you consider yourself a thief and hold your family in high regard. But let's not kid ourselves, girl. Any halfway decent thief would have an escape route mapped out before she even stepped one foot in the room. She'd keep aware of her surroundings, at least well enough to hear someone wailing on the door like she's about to beat it down. And, at the very least, she'd have formulated a cover story in the very unlikely event that she walks face first into the person she's stealing from. Good thief would probably wear a mask too. Maybe Daddy's a regular Lupin the Third, but you? You could do for some learnin'. And what exactly did you learn about me in all this time we've had together?"

Her brow is raised, fingers splayed across the desktop, back a catlike arch as she holds contact with the girl - never wavering, like a cobra ready to strike. There's a brief beat, but not enough to let Michael answer the question. "Don't take this to mean I think you're a rat, Mikey. But you've got a loose tongue there, don't you? I play a dangerous game, and if they catch me, the punishment's going to be severe. So just know this. No matter what happens, they won't let me free. People who administrate this place are way too cruel to let me go. Maybe I get caught, maybe I disappear. A few days? A few weeks? But I'll be back. And I guarantee you, if I fall, if I fall and I think you had anything to do with it, you'll fall a thousand times harder. I don't threaten, Sis Sly. But if you so much as speak a word about my operation here to anyone - EN-EEE-WUN - you'll find out I'm worse than any monster that roams this place. That means no tongue waggling to your girly friends. No pillow talk with your inevitable lesbo lovers. Not a soul. Do you understand me?" Her gaze seems to bore through Michael's skull.

"Well... I'm not quite the brains of the outfit, I'm the agility and the over all plans gal usually have a bit of a voice in my ear watching over me...
she paused shrugging slightly taking a deep breath.
"You name is Elise Renfroe as said by a few papers i notice while rifling through your room you like rock music given the style of your hair, the spilt ends lead me to assume you don't groom your pubic hair very well since you care kind of little about your appearance, roughly five foot four, you use a little of your product now and again given how redily you pulled that cigarette out which is clearly illegal on campus, you weight a little more than one hundred pounds looked to be about a 30B bust size either 25 or 26 waist your hips roughly thirty four, you enjoy books spanning from authors such as Kundra, Rushdie, and Lewis Carroll, given how your legs are built I'll also assume you enjoy running and perhaps a sport most likely soccer!"

by the end of her long paus free sentence she was out of breath smirking slightly cracking her neck.

"I can tell a lot about someone without them even saying a word, my dad used to call me Shelly Holmes. As for not telling anyone... I'd only tell two people and their back in california so no worries about that..."

She rolls her eyes.

"Well no shit, Sherlock. Your almost ungodly skills of reading the spines on my bookshelf, glancing at posters on my walls, and watching me smoke cigarettes are literally astounding." There's a wry twist to her lips. "But I've got to hand it to you on the measurements. I mean, as soon as you figure out you aren't quite cut out for thieving, you can always fall back onto a back-up job guessing weights at the carnival. Spend a lot of time mentally measuring girls' busts and estimating their sex bits, do you?" She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. There's a droll rhythm to her voice, a limpid stare to her eyes that shows she's thoroughly unimpressed. "Are we quite done comparing dicks yet? I'm not trying to impress you, and you certainly don't need to try impressing me." because you won't.... is the lingering thought there.

((true true fixed that bit))

"Was just answering a question for you and like I said I'm a damned good seamstress, I know measurements from appearance."

she huffed shaking her head once more looking at the window.

"Could at least show a little class would suit a supposed 'professional' business woman like you. Wouldn't be too damned surp... wait..."

it finally clicked into her head from a few minutes ago she cocked a brow looking at her.

"What did you mean earlier about monsters roaming this place?"

Brow arch. "You mean you don't know...?" That poker face melts a little. "Oh, Sly.... No one's told you....?" A frown. "It's like... False start. Fingers drum the desktop. "What I mean is... Fingers move to splay against her forehead. She reaches for a fresh cigarette, lights up. A long drag, leaving a long cylinder of ash at the end of the cancer-stick. "You got hustled just like the rest of us, Sis. You know those hunting reserves out in Texas? The kind of shit where Dick Cheney can roll up in his gas-guzzling SUV and drink a snifter of brandy, and have the hired help herd the animals over to his window so he doesn't even have to get out to shoot the animals in the face....? Have you ever wondered why they dress us up like characters in some sick-ass Japanese cartoon porno? Well, we're the prey, baby." A sigh, leaning back in her seat. She's never had to explain this to anyone before, not in so many words. She offers the cigarette to the girl. "They dress us up in our porn star costumes, they set us up with arbitrary rules they know we'll break, and then they keep thrusting us into increasingly ludicrous situations, so the clientèle can pick us off at their own leisure... Her hand's trembling, a rattle against the wood of the desktop. "Use us however they want, and then throw us back into the pool for the next one to come along. But they're not people, Sly.... It's...." She brushes hair out of her face. Her voice drops to a murmur. "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted."