Fear of destruction. He must have had a REALLY cushy gig upstairs if he was no longer in fear of destruction. Sure, a warzone was more perilous than this station but the life of a freelancer was not often puppies and sunshine and the gangs were constantly upgrading to the latest cop killing ammo. That ammo was good against grays too. If it could puncture a reinforced riot vest, it could get through the thick skin of a gray. She guessed gang activity was quite a bit less common up on the corporate levels.<br/><br/>She sipped her coffee without complaint. She preferred it bitter and she was used to the lower grade stuff down here. Carth seemed to dislike much of the corporate scene but at least he could live there. She hated the surgically clean feel of the corporate levels.<br/><br/>"Yeah I've heard of male grays having problems fucking normies. I've bruised a few pelvises in my time but I learned control pretty quick. I guess its cuz I got my mods in my teens. I knew what normal human strength felt like, what normal humans could take."<br/><br/>She smiled. "Aw. Only once on the front? Poor guy. My squad and I were CLOSE. No better way to blow off steam or calm yourself down than a good shag. Made the fighting tolerable."<br/><br/>She was turning the data stick over and over in her hand, pondering it even as she talked with Carth. She wanted to see what was on it. She knew that looking was a terrible idea. It could make her a target and get her involved in something she didn't want to be. But what if it COULD destabilize Hex-Corp. It wouldn't be just the corporate citizens who had their blood shed in a coup. Every level would feel the fallout. Blood would flow.