"you want something taken out of the qz, it's gonna cost you. you want someone brought in? we're talking a whole different ballgame."
delicate eyes scanned up and down the woman offering her services, a half squint and a small scoff— “what if i want to get out? what will that cost me?” the quarantine zone wasn't what she was promised, though finding the information she needed within it... leaving said space, with certain people watching her / keeping tabs on her, proved to be quite difficult.
“i'm not sure what i could provide or pay you, what promise i could make...” she murmured, tilting her head and laying the beat up ID badge from the CDC with her name: DEVIN VALENCIA, and job title: LEAD EPIDEMIOLOGIST, on the table between them, “but i can assure you that i'm good for it.”





