Carth followed her through the station to an unassuming residential block and followed her far enough to where she actually lived within the structure, trailing several minutes behind her. Finally reaching his destination, he drew one of his two pistols, intent on knocking on the hatch when it slid open. He found himself staring across the room at the other gray, nearly as tall and imposing as he was, but undeniably feminine, despite (or especially) because of the gun in her lap and cigar in her teeth.<br/><br/>He sighed, holstering his pistol and stepping inside. Why she gunned his charge down was foremost on his mind. Even if she was employed by 'the opposition', the gray's only true allies were each other.<br/>"I suppose you saw me coming since the tram, hmm?" he asked, "Or maybe all the way in the square. What did that unfortunate technoboy do go incur your employer's wrath? if you don't mind me asking?"