That was a slightly terrible joke, but nothing different than she's heard over the years. She does give Liara a pointed look, the kind that's a cross between 'oh you' and 'bitch please.' But no offense taken, Ginia knows how to roll with it.

She listens to Liara's explanation, filing that bit of information away for later. Ginia respects information brokers, having been one before and having worked with many of them. They kept the world running in ways unknown to so many. In a way, they were the true puppet masters of the world. Pushing off from the wall, Ginia takes out her journal and charcoal and motions for Liara to follow to somewhere with a bit more light. There's the downside of being mute; night conversations are a bit of a bitch.

After finding a lantern hanging off a building, Ginia begins to write. Honesty earns some honesty in return.

I was a bounty hunter back in my world. I tracked people down and brought them in, but I also did all sorts of other jobs. Gathering information was my life. I dislike knowing I don't know something important as much as you.