Valerie covered her mouth, barely suppressing a small giggle as 'gun guy' got given his new nickname by the mildly miffed Kal.  She understood his reasoning though, not like they'd meet again after this mission. And even if they did, no reason to make friends. They could very well end up on opposite sides of a gunfight tomorrow after all. As Kal apologized, Valerie wondered if he felt guilty. This was the second time he exposed her to serious danger, and this time they didn't have the luxury of starting out peaceful.<i> "Alright, I understand, Bleu, don't worry about me. I'll be safe in some quiet corner likely." </i>She tried to sound comforting despite her own unease, displaying an uncharacteristic amount of empathy for anyone in the dreg.<br/><br/>She listened silently to his explanations, unable to shake over her lingering concerns.<i> "Well, you and combatte, with my backup... hopefully it'll all be a breeze.</i>" Valerie said, mispronouncing Wombat's new nickname.<i> "Jiangte apartment block? Right..."</i>The wheelchair-bound reached in her chair's sidepockets as one of the wheels knocked a can aside. She pulled out two cables, connecting them to the custom ports she installed in her wrists. Why type when you can just use your prosthetic's electric signals to do the same thing. It also meant avoiding the stiff sluggishness of her digits.<i>"Mon Dieu, Bleu, these apartments are almost as old as my limbs. Found them."</i><br/><br/>In the real world, she was a crippled doll chained to her wheelchair by her own power cord. In the neuronet, Valerie was free from her crippling injuries, her faulty cybernetic and all those other burdens. Information required just the flick of a wrist and a thought to conjure.<i> "From what I can guess, if you can get me into the reception I can power up the old security system. Play with the lights, maglocks, lifts and such."</i>From outside, it didn't really look was doing much. Hands folded over her legs, a slightly far-off look and eyes that focus on unseen things. All while her wheelchair somehow still manages to avoid any obstacles.<i>"Skulls... classy. Why do gangs like skulls so much?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>