Dirk emerged from out of the crowd, his DMX heavy blaster sliding back into his holster, having waited long enough to let the heat from its barrel dissipate. He shouldered past a Terudian slaver, the indicator on his helm singling out and scanning every weapon, schematics listing across his visor to the left of his vision. The AI in his helm actively differentiating what weapons in its sight could or could not penetrate his armor, compartmentalizing them from minimal, moderate, to major threats. Insignias of gangs and cults were integrated and accumulated into his feed, and he took the information without changing his stride. Dirk was so used to the scanner that he could read a novel and still hold his own in a firefight if he had to. 

On the display, Jocasta's face was cropped and enlarged so he could see her annoyed and impatient expression in full view. He could tell she was wary, but it seemed all the information he had just gained along with the feed on his helm took up just enough of his attention not to warrant worry for the moment. 

"Sorry, took longer than I thought." He said, his tone neutral as ever. There was no hint in his voice on his secret desires or motivations when he spoke other than when truly pressed or threatening someone, leaving every decision entirely up to Jocasta unless specified. He did notice her looking over her shoulder when she approached, but even if there was a problem, he was going to appear casual. "We've got a job, if you still want to work together." 

"That's great, but if we go we need to go now." She said in a whisper, brushing away a thick wave of her hair. He didn't reply immediately, just looked at her. It was enough to keep her talking. "I think your friends are still after you." 

"And you still want the job?" 

"They already saw me with you. Not much choice," she reasoned with a shrug. He took that as a yes, and grabbed her by the arm, guiding her away from their current position, back towards where he had the meeting. Her arm was stiff, obviously unaccustomed to being led in such a way. "You don't need to grab me," She said dangerously, pulling away. He let go, giving her and their surroundings a glance. The toughs around them were too busy with their own conversations to really notice their talk, smoking and swapping rumors or trading weapons to dealers. He looked down the corridor, not seeing any pursuit yet. The men after him must have been paid an enormous sum to try and take his head in Volkavax's tower.

"I'm leading us out of here. Stay close then." 

"As long as we're going somewhere I can get a bath." She said as Dirk placed a hand on the wall, a small rectangular section lighting up briefly at the spot his hand had pressed, opening a small door the two stepped within, drawing the attention of a few vagabonds with dumb expressions on their faces. They grew even more confused when the door closed and the wall appeared unmarred, as if a door had never been. Once they were in the Dragonfly, there were countless hotels on the planet to find, or even on an adjacent planet, but they couldn't stay here.