She sees Butch pass by the door, and her heart picks it up a notch. Buchel is talking, and so her focus must remain on him; however, she spares a quick glance down the hall to catch sight of the Pinkerton, all dumbfounded confusion on his face.

" ... with interest, ma'am."

She purses her lips to keep from grinning, addressing the conversation at hand.

"Of course. Now, tell me about this equity?"