Back on Horizon, Ianthe immediately found a public terminal and dialed her contact who'd been advertising the tech lab salvage job. With luck he'd been cobbling together a crew, and the few details she had made the run sound like an easy payday.<i>Hopefully one that doesn't involve whoring myself to Greys</i>, she thought to herself, a blush crawling into her cheeks. She left a message with the contact to reach her via her wrist-com, indicating her interest and requesting him to provide her with the particulars -- time and place, probable opposition, payment terms -- before descending to the greyer districts of the massive space station, where one might exchange cash for not-entirely-legal weapons and mods without attracting undue attention. She had credits to spend.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>