All of Rishi's companions are sitting in the common area when she arrives, and the greater portion of the day's take has already been divvied up into four equal piles. True to the Ork's word, she's getting an equal share; so at least Riley can take some solace in the fact that his character is considered a somewhat-equal member of the team. Though she definitely has a unique set of responsibilities...<br/><br/>"See, an' here I was betting that you'd be in your room handlin' yourself after your little outing earlier..." Ginza smirks up at the elf as she walks into the room, and he motions to the as-of-yet unclaimed pile of loot in the middle of the room. "Not a bad haul today. Enough supplies to keep us afloat for a good week, and enough cash to keep any OldFeds off our back if they do decide to try and reinstate martial law..."<br/><br/>"Feh. What're the odds of that? The feds bugged when the first Neutron bomb hit in Cali. Ain't no one of value comin' back to DC..." Drew doesn't even bother looking over towards Rishi as she moves into the room. Better than being leered at, perhaps, but it certainly makes his feelings towards the group's "diplomat" clear. "We're about two steps away from money bein' worthless."<br/><br/>"For a little bit, at least..." The hacker jumps right back in, content as always to argue his teammates into submission. "But I'll bet ya two months of beers that we'll be back on a dollar standard sooner rather than later. The Oldfeds aren't gonna like watchin' their throne room sit empty."<br/><br/>Drew opens his mouth again- presumably to accept the bet- only to be cut off by a<em>harrumph</em>sound from Karl. Immediately, the room falls silent... and the voice of an underground DJ echoes throughout the room.<br/><br/><em>Rumors...it... Oldfeds have... sighted... Old Virginia. Meeting... -ance from several... factions. One... rumored to be l---d by none othe... an Donald Trump, IV. And at.... time, we are hearing reports that.... Johnny Swift, head of Mac industries... residence in the White House....</em><br/><br/>"Hah... no shit? The Clone is takin' shots at the Oldfeds?" Ginza chuckles nastily, and cracks open one of the warm beer cans from his loot pile. "Who'da thought he had the balls for somethin' like that?"