"Not inspiring affection and comfort" is putting it mildly.  The girl seems on the verge of hyperventilating when Junior's voice comes from one side.<br/>He sounds quite winded, as if he tried to race up here.<br/><br/><strong>"Found her, huh?  Good.  And  you didn't kill her.  That's a bonus.  Let me...ahh...catch my breath, okay?"</strong><br/><br/>His presence doesn't do the poor kid any good, either.  You see her eyes go even wider until he joins you, looking down at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh.  It's just Mo.  Rudy, Moesha.  Moesha, Rudy."</strong>He runs one hand through his hair, still breathing deeply.<strong>"Mo, sweetie, you skipping school again and stalking hot older women for a reason?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I...I...uhm...the Killjoys...<em>contract</em>..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Of course."</strong>He gives you a look that you think is as much as one part fond exasperation to three parts amused tolerance.<strong>"Street Rats.  They don't like Ingress for obvious reasons, but they're otherwise mostly harmless.  Info brokers.  Spies.  Mercenaries, too, but they generally stay bought."</strong>