At least, Irina thought to herself, they knew they had done something wrong.  Though she imagined they'd forget before long.  She adjusted her coat as she walked down the hall, not wanting her armour to stand out if she ran into any of the other residents.<br/><br/><em>Not my problem if she gets pinched then.</em>Irina sent back to Shelly, after struggling with her commlink for a moment.<em>Maybe you should knock some sense into her.</em><br/><br/>The Inferno might have been fun, if she hadn't been there as a bodyguard.  As it was, Irina was rapidly getting tired of both the night club, and Wicked Mary.  The pair seemed made for each other.<br/><br/><em>Up for Inferno?</em>She sent back to her Johnson as she headed for the stairs, she hated elevators.<em>My treat.</em>As soon as the message sent her commlink decided to reset itself.  She wasn't sure if there was a particular reason that anything more advanced than a club seemed to hate her, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd pissed off some higher power.<br/><br/><strong>"I hate technology."  </strong>She muttered to herself as she swung open the door to the dark, cramped, stairwell.