It would have been more amusing if she had a body to empathize with at the moment. That said, it didn't look very good for Candy as Catherine decided to dump a massive bid right from the go, and-<br/><br/>Oh, hold on; Alex had never had a message open so fast in her life, and she'd scanned through it in all of a second, pouting after. Shit, traffic, really? Alex might have to kill that Music Murderer herself, which was great because killing serial killers actually tended to make pretty good bank if you knew who to talk to, and tended to draw a whole lot less heat from the cops in the process. Not to mention 'sent as freight' meant she'd be getting a naked, asleep, bot that she couldn't wake up until she got it out of the crate... or rather, until someone else did it.<br/><br/><em>"Big Daddy's drones' icon just showed up, and the ETA is soon,"</em>Alex said to Candy as she 'hopped' her AR behind off of the table, and moved to tap Candy - she'd feel it through her AR, easily - on the shoulder.<em>"He had to send it freight, so I need you to open the crate for me and hit the manual boot switch. Catherine is going to ruin someone this round with that bet, so I suggest you fold and excuse yourself if you value your asshole as it is now."</em><br/><br/>That, and really Alex was just anxious to get her body back, even if it meant she'd be more bare-ass naked than the four playing strip-poker in a public bar...