Alexandra watched the chef, who she knew shared almost the same name as her, walk off back into his restaurant and she frowned. Shaking off a questioning thought she turned her attention back to the girl dressed in military garb in front of her.
She saw the old veteran whose car she had fixed up come out. And then watched the man who had been with the blonde women drive a large truck towards them. She took a step back, as did the two men flanking her, and watched as the man (whose name by now she had deduced as being Peter) hop out of the back with a duffel bag. He walked right up to her and handed it to her.
As she watched him blush and retreat she couldn't help but smile. It was really quite funny how men had that reaction to her. Feeling the bag's hefty weight she handed it off to Liam. The much stronger Irishman took it and peered inside, giving a satisfied grunt before closing it up again.
"Dope and beer," He said in his usual gruff tone, knowing that Alex would understand the terminology. She smiled. "How much?"
"Enough to take down an old-time Buffalo Herd."
"Then I suppose I owe you a thanks for your generosity," Alexandra stated bluntly, turning her head back to Finn.