Slipping on her seemingly normal reading glasses and flipping on the commlink while disabling the camera, screens and forms and images appeared on-screen, starting with what seemed to have been a hardcore lesbian porn trideo she'd downloaded the night before and paused right at the 'good' part, where it showed both Dwarves<em>and</em>Trolls were more flexible than they looked.  Moving past that, the news was the same as always: corporate PR - mostly Renraku this time trying to spread their influence to what it once was - mixed with crime reports that were likely just as skewed one way or the other, talking about the fighting in Roxbury between the Italians and the Irish of all metatypes, and updates on the Eastern Financial Market (what do you know?  Megacorps stocks were going up again!)<br/><br/>When she got to her messages tapping away at her comlink's physical keyboard, not having the nuyen to buy AR gloves for the electronic one and to avoid needing to use the clit-mouse, she found two messages waiting for her.  One was a notice from 'The Derelict Dutiful,' a bar in southern Charlestown across the bay to the north (one of the few not 'protected' by UCAS Marines), stating that she had three more days to pay her 285¥ bar tab or they'd take it to 'collectors,' and that wasn't good at all.  The other email was from Alleano Luciano, a Knight Errant Sergeant in the North-Central Boston precinct, asking if she'd like to meet up in a coffee shop in Central Boston for a chat.  Now, given that the man barely knew her - and his tastes lay in the less-fair of the sexes - he clearly wasn't asking for a date...