"The least amount of requirements I can manage," she snorts, but moves over to the coffee table to pull a stack of papers out to offer to him. They're rough drafts of a contract.

"Housing, accounts, quota - none of it has to come from me. The government does need my permission to exact any punishments on anyone contracted with me - don't know if that'll hold, but at least maybe I could come for any assholes that try."