"Hm?" Red swiped a FastFax window away from her field of vision as the rigger's response sank in. "Oh, right. Drek to be you. I'm fine with keeping the lights off. Guessing most of us have low-light, right?"
Thovren's condition was probably gonna complicate matters. Although, he probably had a rigger bus parked somewhere. Red had a feeling he wasn't much of a hands-on type of rigger. She knew the feeling, but VR was VR wherever you jacked in. She'd need a bit more time before deciding how she felt about the elf. She didn't like the way he'd been about the drone last night. Eyefragging the thing behind that mask.
As Lei-Ne began talking, Red discreetly zoned out again. Feeds to check. FastFax slipped back into her view—trouble at some arcology—along with a popular shadowrunner forum. She wanted to check out the others, at least see if any of them had a ShadowSea rating. She was still listening with one ear.
"Yeah, fightin' in the meat isn't exactly my forte either. I can fire a gun, fight from cover, but I'm counting on you guys to keep me out of trouble."
When Lei-Ne brought up Doomstrider—his name was Thorin, apparently—Red pushed away the feeds once more and lit up in a grin. "Hey, yeah, Doom. Tell them about the job you did on Christmas!"