Jarno had not forgotten her... while he held no love for her or any of his kind, he tolerated her presence like any other street filth. He ran into her now and then, and normally he would rough her up a little if she was within even a few blocks of something half way important, but today, he was on edge. The cargo he carried was far too important, and seeing her stumble to get her things right in his way made his brow furrow with annoyance.<br/><br/>"Move it bitch" He grunted, crossing his arms and looking down at her as the van rumbled to a halt, the N-Bot's all slouching and watching her with curiously tilted heads, masks flashing. The glare he gave her was not the usual cruel indifference but one of genuine annoyance.<br/><br/>He was mad today, his veins flashing orange, the red blazing in his eyes crackling. He didn't give her long to try and gather up her things, kicking her bag down the street.