Alice didn't need to be an AI to figure out that the tension between the two powerful rivalling women was only getting worse, but it helped. Her antennae were perked up, catching fragments of taunts and provocations as the artificial law enforcer carefully made her way through the crowd towards the table occupied by those three. Her hands parted the crowd one by one, her badge made each reconsider complaining too much aside from the occasional 'fucking toaster' slur thrown her way and other such machine-based demeaning terms. Security generally turned the other way as long as you didn't behave totally out of control, but they had no issues with being brutal or excessive force and while Alice's hydraulics didn't make her very fast or agile her chassis could still punch a hole in a bulkhead despite being so small. And that was her<i>civilian</i>chassis. A few though knew that AIs like Alice could only unleash strength higher than a human's when their superiors authorized it.<br/><br/>A fourth woman joined the three at the table by the time that the AI cop had intercepted the second bottle of scotch intended for the table. The alien woman's body language just shouted revenge, and Alice's facial recognition software gave her the ID of someone listed as dead. Maybe a family member? The details didn't matter, Alice was already sending a request to her chief to unlock her chassis's combat functions. If anyone raised a weapon here it would be time for a good old fashion beatdown and shock therapy.<br/><br/>The table was just a meter or two away when the comms started lighting up. Alice didn't need to watch the screen. The recorded images along with security footage flashed in HD through her systems. Communications picked up all over the station, lagging her own ability to exchange intel with the station's main computer. Before her eyes, a shit day had easily hit the top ten of days she wished she could erase from her system.<br/><br/>A loud, glassy smack interrupted the four. The scotch bottle was made of stern stuff (This was a bar visited by criminal sorts after all), but it was ringing with the force of Alice slamming it down on the table.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Ladies!... Madam Greer." </span>The AI's antennae were twitching as she looked each woman in the eyes in turn, giving Maggie a cursory amount of respect due to her 'donations' to the governor. Her voice had a very mechanical inflection right now, her voicebox having less runtime priority than the systems dealing with the headache that had been the live terrorists strikes. After making sure everyone had the time to take in her security uniform and badge, the AI continued.<br/><span style="color: #4dffff"><br/>
 "Can I interest in a lovely hunk of space rock a click or two away from the station, perfect for blowing each other's brains out? It's a lovely bit of real estate. Now, as you might have noticed on the screen, a very heavy load of crap got dropped on my plate. If the four of you don't break it off here before things get... gunfirey... well, it might be an unpleasant visitation to the station's gurney."</span>Alice's antennae pointed back, the tips twitching and betraying the AI's trouble with getting a clear communication channel open.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>