"Why not both?" She flirted back, offering the rest of the brief case to him while taking his bag of goodies in exchange.
"You still haven't given a name for me to call you," Weaver interrupted this display of horny thots- that was an intentional unintentional pun.
"Like, just call me Imp~ You can call me whatever you want if you keep this up, hot stuff," "Imp" replied, only paying Weaver as much attention as she was giving them. She headed over to the chassis of a computer she was working on and started taking things out, setting them on the table next to it. "I can't wait to get these in and start streaming netflix- and I mean, totally tap into the local networks," she said not even bother trying to cover up the first part. Demand for her services wasn't high yet, so she had time.
"Speaking of... I have a request, a need of your services," Weaver spoke up.
"Whaaa? Like for real? Already? What a drag... fine- what do you need and what are you offering?" she whined in response to her. Weaver shot X a look for a moment. Then she glanced back at "Imp." It was clear that there was something passed between them, but she didn't want X to hear her. "Like wicked cool, he said you'd be a good heir~" Imp whistled, and for some reason, Weaver's next look made her shiver. "I can see what I can do. Even I can only do so much, but once I get this thing hooked up, I'll give it my full attention. As for you hotstuff... you got a number? A screen name? Something I don't have to hack phone companies to find?" She continued, turning her attention back to X.