"Watch it, asshole!" Spook gave the customary Dreg response to knocking into someone, regardless of whose fault it was. She wouldn't have given the jacketed man a second thought after that if it weren't for the strange way he was staring up at the non-sky of Pangu's underbelly. Even that only spared him a momentary extra glance, probably tripped out on one thing or another; drugs, booze, buggy tech, there were plenty of ways to get wasted on purpose or by accident. Someone was bound to follow him once he'd strayed far enough from the main street and help themselves to whatever he was carrying if he didn't snap out of it soon. Luckily for him, Spook hadn't fallen to that level of desperation just yet.<br/><br/>The cyclists were still the only show around, as far as she was concerned. She figured they might not be staying long, with their engines still running hot, so she might as well get in close while she could. Her hand reached around behind her back, checking the straps around her Colt submachine gun, the weapon casually on display. Spook had learned not to conceal all her weapons when walking the Dreg; an ace up your sleeve was always handy when the chips were down, but you had to play some of your cards in full view. Anyone who looked completely unarmed was either an easy mark or someone about to cause serious trouble, either case got you a lot of unwanted attention.<br/><br/>"Are you here for business or pleasure?" she called out to the group, stepping boldly away from the gathering crowd. Her eyes stayed mostly on Valkyrie, shifting over to the other members enough to watch for any cues that she was coming in too close to their liking. Even though neither answer was likely to lead to much for her, not with her luck so far today, she still needed some kind of opener and that was as good of one as any she could think up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>