"A bonus 500? Nuyen?" Kizzie let out a deep sigh, her brow furrowing. "You realize I'm a professional runner, right? As in, I get paid?" The elf folds her arms under her comically small chest, which is more cute than intimidating... considering she is still naked. "I suppose I can buy a couple of simsense pornos to add to my collection."<br/><br/>She was concerned though. True Sons... these guys sounded bad. And if the experienced commandos were some kind of uber-vatjobs, she was gonna have some serious difficulty keeping up with any more than one. Despite being pretty much healed from the bullet she took earlier (hooray, bioware platelets), even a low-level Son had managed to get a hit in on her. She'd have to play things careful and smart -- like a runner, rather than a terminator. Earlier today, she had been sloppy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>