He chuckled. "well I was going to be a target, too, until you gunned down my quarry, so I guess I should thank you, but I'll say this whole thing has me curious. Why would Hex pit us, or rather, risk pitting us against each other? We should have no quarrel with each other. I mean, freelancers, sure, they're not loyal to anyone but themselves, but we're not exactly their garden variety mercs, are we?" he asked, leaning against the wall. "I get the feeling they wanted<i>us</i>to come to blows. Two less grays to deal with," he said.<br/><br/>He relaxed, sighing to himself, "I'll guess I'll be going, if that's that, I'll just tell the useless bitch her data clerk mistook an airlock for the head. She'll buy that. I'll lose my pay for it, but I'll take it out on her ass when she gets horny enough for a beating." he shook his head, "I really don't know what she's thinking with that," he looked up, "is it normal for normies to be so damned obsessed with us?" he asked, the question directed as much at the copycat as Beretta, "have you noticed they all want to either see how well we fight or fuck? Sometimes both?"