Spook's eyes lingered over the trio of women loitering under the red light, sizing them up as though they were her personal competition. They'd put more effort into their appearance than she had, or at least were more blatant about it, especially the one with the Geisha inspired makeup. Maybe she should have rounded up a couple of girls when she'd gone looking for work, she considered. Then again these three were hanging on Gaoxing the same as she was, doing absolutely fuck all other than looking tough. All dolled up and no where to go, she knew the feeling. At least her own look was low maintenance.<br/><br/>She whistled appreciatively when the bikers came into view from the other direction, it looked like maybe this was the place to be after all. Whatever brought Typhoon Mary here, Spook doubted it would be dull. She dropped from her high up perch, landing on her left leg more than her right and rolling to the side to absorb the inpact against the cracked, garffito covered sidewalk. She'd learned the hard way not to let her cybernetics take that kind of force, the unbending steel wouldn't be damaged but where it connected with her meat body would hurt like hell. Giving the street-samurai a half assed wave, Spook strolled casually around the corner to see what Mary and her hangers-on were up to. She kept back enough not to draw their attention, at the same time not trying to conceal herself in case she was noticed. No one wanted to be spied on, but she doubted any of the gang would care about another random chick who just happened to be looking in their general direction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>