Taleste recieves the bottle of water with a peaky nod of gratitude, and drinks from it for a few seconds.

"Thank you."

She reclines into the seat.

"I don't think there's much you could put my through worse than what I've already been through. I'll start from the top. I'm a petty thief from Marcy District. I was trying to palm off a leather jacket, so I went to the projects.

...You probably already know where this is going. I was in *that building.* I saw the massacre. I hitched a ride out with...I'm not even sure. Some kind of robot, who'd been just...mowing people down. He didn't look like BESC.

...

...So, after that, I became a runner for various project gangs, including the one I just double crossed. Luckily, They'll trace me back to my previous employment and that'll probably result in a project gang war where everyone dies, but if they managed to ID either of you, then this mess won't get resolved as cleanly and efficiently as that.

Sorry. On your end, you guys probably should have just shot me, but I'm glad you didn't. I like living."