Spook walked nearly alongside Tiger Stripes, keeping just one step behind to let him lead the way to Hotura... or wherever it was they were going. He hadn't exactly said he'd show her the way, had he? Wherever he was going was bound to get her somewhere, she figured. The area had less personality than she was used to, probably to make the tourist types feel more at home. Still she preferred freedom of speech, whether it was speaking your mind or writing it in paint all over the scenery. It was one of the things which separated a free woman from the types who lived up above, if this area was trying to be Pangea-lite she had no interest hanging around.<br/><br/>"Races, huh?" she repeated. So the queen liked motorcycles but not Typhoon Mary, there were plenty of reasons why things could have worked out that way. Probably none of her business. The street samurai was proving to be a man of few words, his explanations inviting more questions than anything, but at least it didn't seem as though she'd said the wrong thing. "I don't have a ride of my own and I can't afford to wreck someone else's giving something like that a shot." Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>Spook quickened her pace to match her tour-guide's as he set off, noting how the people who saw him coming made room. Obviously he had a reputation of some sort among the locals, though whether it was fear, respect or some mixture of the two she couldn't tell. The faster movement had her right foot making a distinctly louder noise than her left, the metallic lower half of her leg falling more heavily than flesh and bone and triggering a short feeling of pins and needles where the artificial limb meshed with what was left of her thigh. She managed to give the kid they passed a reassuring smirk, she wasn't in the neighbourhood to start any trouble.<br/><br/>The second and third tiger-themed Dreggers gave Spook pause, obviously they weren't a matching set by accident. Most of her attention was on the largest one, or more specifically his augmented arm. Industrial grade cyberware was always exciting, all sorts of ideas popped into her head about what the man could do with something like that. It wasn't her preferred style, mostly because she didn't have a strong enough frame to support it and even the one arm needed a considerable amount of power as evidenced by the battery pack. She glowered a bit at being termed 'Newbie' but let it pass for now. Things were at least a little bit different than in Gaoxing and her pride could take a minor hit until she felt acclimated enough to whatever situation she'd been dropped into. Still, she didn't shrink back from the woman's appraisal, even if it was difficult to look tough in the simple white outfit WatchTower had stuck her in.<br/><br/>From the conversation it seemed like Tiger Force was part of what kept local order. Whether that extended to cracking down on graffiti or not, Spook could at least support them looking into violent crime like what was being described. For plenty of people Dreg life was solitary, them against the world, and more often than not those sorts disappeared, dead with no one to event witness what had happened. For all the tough exterior and bluffing it helped a lot to know people who you could trust watching your back with reasonable assurance they wouldn't stick a knife into it. At least not for anything less than double your life's worth in credits. For Spook it was the monks, they'd taken her in without anything to gain, and plenty of other down-on-their-luck types as well. It was important to her that she paid their generosity forward when she could, and this seemed like that kind of situation.<br/><br/>"I can handle myself," she answered confidently, despite being unarmed thanks to her stay with WatchTower. If she could get in close to someone she trusted her new arm would be able to lay them out easily enough, otherwise she'd need to keep behind the other three. "Not always one for community service, but I help when it's needed."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>