((Dat Star Trek reference.))<br/><br/>Kizzie winks back. "Sure thing, doc. I've already put the coordinates into my New Orleans mapsoft, I should be able to get there in a little while, even if I only have this shitty scooter. I'll pack up my blades and my guns and whatnot and see if I can find any data -- or better yet, a corpse. By the way, the runner who brought this guy in; you know her? She a chrome-dome, an adept, a rigger, what? Kinda wanna get an idea of what she can handle."<br/><br/>Kizzie had already brought herself to her feet, however, unfolding her compact Dodge Scoot from the harness attached to her jacket and setting her foot onto it. The thing was slow, but maneuverable, and most of all it'd have to do until she actually raised the car for a street bike.<br/><br/>Or better yet, an actual car. Kizzie forgot what it was like to actually own a car.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>