Norum speaks up all of the sudden.
"I'm sure that most of Salus Is competitive. A bunch of wealthy starfishs trying to undercut each other left and right. The catch, ma'am," Norum points one of the shot glasses at Zhang, "The rest of this damned city is cutthroat, too, from Providence to Rhodesburg and everywhere in-between. You know as well as each one of us do that the Doctor is the slimy bastard that forgeted us all over. Anyone from Salus would have nothing to do with us, and not even know we exist. The very fact that you're here tells me that you're not welcome back and that comfort won't be falling into your lap any time soon."
Norum motions to Elena. "She's a programmer, and one hell of one too. Give her enough time and she can dig up just about anything" Norum then places a lazy hand on his chest. "I'm a courier. I know Aurum, at least what's on this side of the hurdle like it was my own backyard."
"And still we come up short. This is no idiot. Elena and I have come to the conclusion that someone is keeping this starfish safe. Unfortunately, this time, we were the closest we've ever been, had to act fast, and still came up short. But we're only two people, and Elena, as much as she's been able to help so far is not best at fighting goons. With all of you and now, little to no leads, we have the luxury of rethinking our approach."
"Elena and I cannot do this alone. With a new variety of talents and more manpower, we stand a better chance. You don't have to help us if you don't want to, but we're looking to either get even with the Doctor or to make enough money to live comfortably."
e1&2: Punctuation.
