Juna gives a big (as the vehicle allows) shrug. "I think that my debt was part of a big, crazy ploy by the leaders. So who knows. It could be done, or it could be 'done' and I'm going to find some sudden work. And it'll all be according to plan." She sounds both remarkably sure about her words, and also remarkably at ease with the idea.<br/><br/>And as the traffic continues to do very little to the makeshift convoy's progress, Alex gets back a simple message. |Closing taken care of. Had good luck.| A picture from behind a counter is attached, showing two very naked (from this position) and very 'drunk' trolls (or drugged out, it's hard to tell with the attemptedly subtle mugging for the camera) blocking entrance with a very chromed out ork completing the 'tangle' of drunks barring the door.<br/><br/>And then a message pops up across Alex's eyes. Unknown sender ID, but it's probably from the van in the back. |I thought you were dead. Still using the same Kee....| |Keelan as your name?| Baroque imagery, three lights, it tickles the old memory bits, but it must be pretty ancient as far as the running life went.