"...Well that was weird. Can't say I exactly grok that." Kizzie scratched the back of her neck awkwardly before kneeling down to claim the dead mens' weapons, hoping they weren't smartlinked. She wasn't skilled enough to try hacking their datajacks for cash, but she was getting paid enough for this job anyway.<br/><br/>The elf blew on each barrel of her guns before holstering them and bringing a hand to her shoulder. "Fuck," she whispered, wincing at the blood trickling down her abdomen. Whatever, she'd live. She'd survived worse. For now, she needed to get the job done.<br/><br/>Still clinging to her wounded shoulder, the elf kept a wary eye as she moved about the sec room. Lookout for more traps, yeah... whoever had done this had been prepared, and they'd had a serious grudge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>