Poludnitsa is looking over a couple of her people, watching them move some boxes into an old Humvee for transportation to a client, one would assume. As if on queue, she turns to face you. Giving you her trademark smirk, she rests her right hand on her hip, lifting her left idly.

"Welcome, welcome, Commander. To what do I owe the pleasure? There was nothing wrong with your recent purchases, I hope?~"