Knowing about a high crime rate was one thing. Seeing its effects in action for the first time something completely different. Yes, she had put her skills to the use on her escape, but that was an efficient way to get rid of pursuers. This was not efficient, this was just sheer brutality for the sake of it. The two thugs beating up that scarred for life man - the pipe in his hand an indication that he himself also was far from a saint - just shocked her. But the carelessness with which they went at it even on an open street was an indication that probably noone else cared.<br/><br/>The fascination of the scene nevertheless held her attention. She saw no reason to intervene, since notoriety of that sort on her first day on the station was probably the last thing she would need. But she was also unable to tear her gaze away from the scene, at least not for a few seconds, until she finally had herself under control again. Shaking her head one last time she firmly gripped her backpack and was about to move on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>