Twist nods, eyes bright at being given a real assignment, and she gives Gunderson a lazy salute completely lacking in any semblance of military discipline (not surprising, considering she's never met a soldier or been in the military).
"Bein' a courier is nice an' all, but you gots jobs that I ken do, an' I wanna help. I ain't gonna let you dun, boss!"
She takes the address, tucking it away in one of the pockets of her dirty and patched jumpsuit, then hesitates.
"Uh. What am I deliverin' to these drekheads? An' who am I bringin' it to?"