"To light the cigarettes of course...unless you still have more lighters where this one came from. Then it won't be needed for a while. I prefer matches though." So they went to pay the rent first, that was fine. It wasn't like her systems needed biomatter immediately to recuperate the energy she had used, and repair the few scrapes she had suffered. Then Jurgen asked a question that had been bothering Eve herself for a while too. "You know...I have no idea. I figure whomever programmed me programmed that into me as well. No idea what he was thinking though. In fact...I can't even tell you a name. Only that he was almost bald, but had large sideburns. That, and a small black dot on his forehead." She shrugged. "Maybe we'll find out whom he is later." She didn't give it much thought. As right now neither of them could do much about the secrecy of her creator.

However suddenly a man grabbed Jurgen from one of the alleys, and pulled him in. He had a greedy grin on his lips. "You're the kid that had his droid win in the arena. Hand over the cash, now!" If Jurgen decided to look for Eve though, she was already gone from where they had been walking before. But she wasn't anywhere directly in sight either...