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Now clutching a very much diluted soykaf between her slender hands, the Elvish woman turns to face Redcap with an inquisitive tilt of her head. "I don't think so, chummer," she states in a smooth, relaxed tone, very lightly accented by what Redcap might recognise as Welsh, "but I'm Eris. You may have heard of my mother, actually. Nice to meet you." She takes a sip of her drink, and then holds out a hand to Redcap, smiling that easy, natural smile of hers. "What brings you to the Kreuzbasar?" she asks, then, tilting her head curiously, "Not many folk who aren't native to this area frequent it, especially nowadays, what with the war going on and that." Eris' suspicion is that this woman is a fellow Runner. She had to be. The Kreuzbasar was one of the more stable kievs, the perfect place for a Runner to set up shop without too much scrutiny but with the perfect level of security. In any case, it certainly isn't Eris' place to question such things, being a Shadowrunner herself. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.