If there's anything "good" about being as shaken as Riley is at the moment, it's this: people are far, far less likely to seriously check on someone they don't consider the least bit threatening. Which is perhaps why neither of the gangers thinks to look twice at the sleek, synthetic finger-gloves that the elven woman wears on her palms as they lead her back to the lobby.<br/><br/>"Oi, Boy-os!" The man holding Rishi's "leash" gives the chain a sharp tug, urging her ahead of him into the middle of the lobby. If it weren't for the bug-out, this would be the most public place in the whole residence... and it's quickly becoming clear the men don't feel like moving. "Take a look at the local corner-girl, come to give us somethin' to enjoy outta all this stupid door-bustin' shit. And get this..."<br/><br/>With a rough shove, the man pushes Rishi forward so that her thighs smack against the long, flat coffee table in the middle of the room.<br/><br/>"Tell 'em about that offer you just made me in the hallway, Elf."<br/><br/><em><strong>Incoming Message (K):</strong> Top floor silenced. G is Greenlighted.</em>