"Sounds kinky," the elf says softly, gazing down onto the warehouse. She flicks her cybereyes on quickly, activating their thermographic capabilities and trying to locate anything moving or living. "So tell me, Kilasha -- you know much about hacking? The Matrix? Are you even jacked in at all?" Something told her that the woman may not have been... but honestly, in 2070, who wasn't? She found the doc, so she must have had something up her sleeve. Kizzie doubted that mapsofts were a commodity in the astral plane, no matter how amazing and mystical it was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>