Valerie nodded at Kal's response, taking note of his non-drinking habits. At least the computer in her skull made it easy to remember little stuff like that.<br/><br/>The looks the wheelchair-bound girl received made her uneasy, as usual. Though if pressed she'd admit to prefer the confusion filled gawking above the predatory glare some cast in her direction. She was an oddity, an anomaly. She shouldn't even be alive, but here she was: a fallen angel trapped in her cage on wheels and on public display for all to see her broken wings. It was a rather apt analogy, really. After all, compared to the near-deities in their shining giant towers the people of the dreg were uncultured apes, unable to appreciate true beauty. While fairly obviously very haughty, the observation that she at least had a far more dignified origin helped her deal with the stares.<br/><br/>After a fair while, Kal broke the awkward silence between them. a few weeks reprieve, she pursed her lips in thought. She should be able to scrounge up the next payment in that time unless she was really unlucky with jobs and deals again. Valerie chuckled when Kal pressed her on her quality checking.<i>"Kal, I gave you a detailed explanation why each piece was broken and how some of them could be fixed. If I really believed it was worth fucking you over I wouldn't have gone the extra mile. In the first place, it's bad practice to do bad work. Good work gets you more work, after all. Also, they're shit, but I do like having legs so I'm going to avoid pissing you or your boss off if I can."</i><br/><br/>Valerie stopped when Kal did, following his gaze to figure out what stopped the man in his tracks. Looked like a biker gang, from what Val could see. The 'net told her it was an all-female biker gang of some renown, plenty of forums and tags talked about the six. The datastream, mixing with reality in her vision told her pretty much whatever she could want about the more famous dreg-dwellers. A few seconds of reference searching and you'd quickly know as much as the most die-hard fan, and... oooh, that was a nice image edit someone made of the twins, at least she assumed it was an edit while she saved it for later. It wasn't alway easy to separate fact from fiction but applying common sense usually did the trick.<br/><br/>Unlike Kal though, Valerie didn't really have an interest in the gang, so she quickly returned to looking around, trying to remain alert. Someone waved at her and Kal, calling out to the pair. He looked young, probably just a teen. The fidgety lad tried to get their attention, so Valerie gently tapped Kal's arm and pointed the kid out.<i>"You got a fan, Kal, looks like. What's up with that biker gang anyway, are you after Typhoon Mary's autograph?"</i>Val's gaze drifted back to the gang. Their legendary leader wasn't there, but someone had approached the bikers, and shortly after pulled off her shirt.<i>"Oh. Une strip-teaseuse?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>