<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Actually, a Low lifestyle costs 2000 nuyen per month to maintain... that's food, bills, rent, security payments to gangs if necessary, etc.  I don't think she has that much at the moment, just so you know ^_^<br/><br/>Also, word of advice?  Always have a gun with you, so you should always note what guns you take with you and where they're kept.  Holdouts are easiest to hide, Light's not much worse than, but your SMG and Shotgun are really only for big-game things.  </div></div><br/>Message away, she doesn't receive a response right away.  That said, given the time of morning with all the corporate wage-slaves driving through rush hour, it'll take about an hour to get to the shop near the north shore of Boston without crossing the channel.  That's assuming there's no accident.  So an hour later by car she's showing up at some corporate-owned coffee shop in the middle of the Financial District.  Tall skyscrapers all around, even the coffee shop has other stores above it on different floors, though this one was lucky enough to be on the first floor itself.<br/><br/>Rush hour nearing it's end by the time she gets there, most of the patrons are either leaving or just about to, though there's an older gentleman with a greying buzz cut - a human - drinking what looks to be a<em>monstrous</em>cup of coffee, and dressed in a Knight Errant muscleshirt with a pair of workout shorts.  Judging by the look of Alleano, had stopped in after exercising, likely a run judging by the shoes.  He saw Sarianna as she entered - most people did considering the way the clothes sat on her body all the time - and beckoned her over with a nod, staying silent and sipping his massive cup of joe while waiting for her to come up, with coffee or without.