Spook clung to Cat, her breasts flattening further against the driver's back as she pressed closer. There was no time for thought now, she had to concentrate entirely on leaning her body in sync with the other woman's as things got more hectic around them. From what she remembered of things on this level, a body on the road was little more than a speedbump for the wageslaves and corporate grunts doing their commute. In the Dreg standing out from the crowd, getting noticed, was a dangerous game where you had to be just good enough to earn respect or wind up bleeding out in an alley; up here in 'civiliaztion' you either went with the flow or got buried under it.<br/><br/>Tellingly, the bikes slowed to a crawl as they got hemmed in by the traffic and its regulations. Spook used the sudden lull in velocity to lean back a bit, rolling her shoulders and stretching her arms through force of habit. Her brain hadn't caught on yet that her metal joints didn't strain or lock up the way her old ones would have by now. She shook her head and caught site of the woman typing away using her neuronet shortly before being noticed herself. Spook gave her a cocky grin and tapped a pair of fingers to her forehead in mock salute, then they were moving again and her arms went back around Cat's waist.<br/><br/>Once they'd stopped in the parking garage she finally relaxed the death grip her thighs had kept on the bike, sitting back once more while Mary and her crew began to plug in. She matched Cat's smile, doing her best to downplay the fact that she didn't have a jack herself. She'd been cautioned not to spend much time in virtual systems as a means of limiting the problems inherent in DNS, keeping things as 'real' as possible was one of the best ways to anchor the mind against the condition's surreal feelings. Of course she'd also been told not to graft more artificial limbs to her body, and she'd gone in the opposite direction from<i>that</i>advice. If she was able to impress Mary enough to turn this one-off roadtrip into something more regular she might have to look into getting a new hole installed somewhere.<br/><br/>At the moment Spook doubted she'd be able to help anyway, since she still didn't know who they were looking for let alone why. While Mary, Cat and the others delved into cyberspace, she inspected what she could see of the parking complex instead. It was something to do, if nothing else, and it never hurt to be aware of your surroundings. The walls looked especially foriegn by not being covered in layers of grime and graffiti. That was the problem of life outside the Dreg, trying to keep some voices quiet meant silencing everyone. Only the advertisments got to speak up in Pangu.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>