That isn't what I meant. [She frowns, putting the papers down on the table where she found them. Nothing of use to them there.

She walks along the walls lined with bookshelves, trying to eye if there's anything well hidden in-between the tomes. She had known of a few people in her time to harbor hidden rooms with a well-placed fake switch in the shape of a book -- that would be a bit... well, excessive she thought, but Emily wouldn't put it past these ostentatious types. And besides, it wasn't as if the Tower where she lived wasn't without its own hidden alcoves.]

I mean this one in particular. Or does it not matter the details of a job, just as long as you're paid? Completely mercenary?

[She crosses her arms, ignoring his question to her.]