"The Wolf of Sartorius," Jocasta said, the first words she had uttered since the barrage of invitations, propositions, and proposals. 

"Sounds like someone who is really into fashion," she commented with a glib smile, then looked him up and down. "Maybe not so much."

"Well sartorial style aside shall we?" Jocasta asked. Markus nodded and walked out, some of the bounty hunters jeered and cursed him, but most were quickly forming their own alliances. In truth she hadn't been motivated by anything so tactical as securing an alliance when she jumped off the stage to intercept the snatcher, it had just seemed the thing to do. She was new to the mercenary life and the in built sense of cynicism that it engendered had not yet had time to take root. 

"Hey, wait up, these aren't my running heels!" she called scurrying after him.

Jocasta's gear was stored in a locker in a side room of the bar. In theory the lockers were secure storage, in practice few mercenaries trusted such guarantees. Jocasta was revealed to be a cynic when she slid a small probe into the locker and disabled a rather powerful neural mine from the inside of the door with a practiced twist of the wrist. Inside was a modified fusion rifle, a change of clothes and a pack full of tools and various odds and ends. It was all she had in the world, having sold the rest of her possessions for passage here.

"No peeking," she admonished, and stripped off her dress. Markus heard the ripping sound of contact adhesive and then a small but powerful pistol with a cut away holster was draped over his shoulder. A moment later the sound of a zip closure informed him that she was done. The transformation was impressive. The cocktail dress had been replaced by a white skin tight jumpsuit with cheerful green piping at the seams. It managed to leave almost as little to the imagination as the dress had done. A belt clung to her waist draped with extra fusion cores for the rifle that had now been slung over her shoulder.

"Thanks," she said, plucking the pistol from his hand and strapping it to her belt.

"Now what was your plan to deal with these White Sharks. I'm not so sure that tits wouldn't have done the job, but im hardly the expert."