“There are no more,” she said quickly.  She knew buyers like this, and was beginning to have her doubts about her choice of fence.  It was never a good idea to drop all of your cache in one location, and Joey had come close to doing just that.  “You'll buy these two?  And the… Voxel?”<span style="font-style: italic">Is that what it was called?</span><br/><br/>The voice resounding from the darkest corner of his shop gave her a start.  She hated androids.  They were unerringly creepy, and always would be.  The only useful android in the north biodome was the one you could turn into a good pair of daps, or one you could salvage some parts from.  They didn't keep those human mimics, couldn't trust a faulty AI with anything.  In spite of this, she was more alarmed by what the android had said than its presence within the shop.<br/><br/>“You--,” she hissed, wanting to throw in some choice words with her lone syllable.  She knew.  Somehow Mar knew, and Joey was willing to put a good coin on the odds that this dealer had something to do with it.  She snatched the cores away, burying them into her backpack again underneath the mounds of dosh.  The sack was zipped hastily, dropped onto the floor and kicked underneath his counter.<br/><br/>She eyed him closely, a warning look, as she began dinking with the fingertips of her right hand.  She twisted each in turn, unlocking the slots and withdrawing the fake prints.  She was careful to always use her right hand when performing to ensure that no trace was left behind.  It was useful like that.<br/><br/>“Best keep that hidden, or Jenny and I might play a little coconut shy later,” she said.  She dialed the Voxel again and tucked it into her vest, not once taking her eyes off of him.  Of course, they didn't actually use coconuts- those hadn't been seen in decades.  Really it should be called "brick shy."  She idly wondered if people in this part of the dome even knew what that was, but she felt her meaning was clear enough.  For now, she would keep quiet.  If she needed to speak, her voice would emerge in broken syllables, which was typical of people with faulty larynx implants.