[ Aranea props her head up on a hand and lets her fingers curl over a discreet smile. Not an amazing track record, indeed, but she hardly seems annoyed to be reminded of it. ]

I'm just gonna assume you're not referring to building houses.

[ Niflheim'd had military contractors, too. She's not unfamiliar with the concept. He dresses up a fairly unpleasant line of work with a neutral term. Along with the monetary value so neatly slid into his words - it's all familar. She's reminded a little of herself, a few years ago, perhaps. Before the top political tiers had proven thoroughly disillusioning, or before Eos had stared to deteroriate and made things too personal. ]

So it took, what, five seconds here before you resorted to assault and petty theft? [ She doesn't sound too judgmental, for obvious reasons. Her normal amount, or a bit less. ] There were better resources available, you know.