"Whoa, whoa." Nikki raised her hands up "It was just a question."<br/><br/>But the man's reaction set off pretty much every alarm inside her head. It was clear he was defensive about what he was holding, meaning it was probably worth quite a lot. Drugs perhaps? Or some prototype weapon from up top? The latter seemed unlikely. These guys didnt seem like the kind of outfit that would be able to pull off a heist like that... So that just left drugs, right?<br/><br/>But maybe it was just paranoia getting to her. Shrugging, she brought the inhaler to her mouth and took a long drag, letting whatever the fuck was inside it linger in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling in a coughing manner.<br/><br/>"Oh... Fuck.. Oof... Jesus whats in... this... oooh..." A dumb smirk played across her lips as the narcotics wrecked havoc on her system, sending a pleasant, relaxing wave from the bottom of her spine all the way to the tip of her head. Heck, she could swear she even felt her hair relax.<br/><br/>Nikki was quick to switch off the neuroprocessor she had gotten installed last year, it tended to counteract the effects of drugs to some degree, and she wanted to enjoy whatever the fuck this was to its fullest intent. It would at least ease her paranoia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>