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"'Ridiculous drek.' You wound me," Redcap said, picking her nose. She chuckled to herself mentally, knowing her colorful lies might actually be easier to believe than the truth. "Fine, I'll take the job. Still want some of that nuyen up front, though. Said it yourself, you could be corporate."

She upturned her cup, catching the last few droplets of soykaf with her tongue, then placed it in one of the rings it had made on the bar. She stretched, feeling a few of her joints pop, then dropped off the barstool. She tried to seem cool while doing so, despite barely being a head higher. She'd seen someone order alcohol, which meant it was time to go corner the Turk about his earlier insistance that he didn't carry such.

"I've got a thing, so just get in contact with me when I'm needed," she remarked, flicking her nose. "You're a decker, shouldn't be too hard."