Well, with all of the ports she'd been to, this certainly had never been the worst one. Bunny wasn't too worried about getting attacked or anything - she was very good at what she did, and what she did was not very nice - but it was always nicer to stay at the places where it was passive-aggressive fighting for spots, not the aggressive-violent types. Also meant she had to worry about her home less, be it 'getting stolen' or 'broken into'.<br/><br/>Making her way to the pier, then down the pier, then hopping across the gap between her boat and the pier to the... what was the main deck of the boat called again? Whatever; she was back home now, unlocked her main cabin, and headed belowdeck to her kitchen, which was not far off from her bedroom. Her place was nice, for a boathouse; more limited on space and built for a smaller people as most ships natively were, but thankfully Bunny was a petite thing; 5'0" without her naturally-blond afro! Felt nice and roomy that way, and it wasn't too small that she couldn't bring a ork onboard for some 'fun'... Trolls would have a tougher time, sadly.<br/><br/>She put away her snax in her pantry and plopped a big mochi-booby into her mouth as she hopped onto her giant super-memory-foamy-beanie-goodness bag, sinking in til it was basically just eyes and hair above ground, and the AR wall opposite her came to life with her various mail and newsfeeds.<br/><br/>This 'Hunt' was interesting... and earlier today made her think about it now that she thought about things... Widget had been genuinely more surprised than usual about the sniper shot... maybe it was related?<br/><br/>...Bunny hopped out of the beanie-bag and began to strip out of her nice outfit - she put it up on a hanger; she hadn't worn it that long you bafoons! - down to nothing but the gun strapped into her arm, and the spare two ammo mags strapped in a concealed-carry holster on her inner thigh. Naked, her cocoa skin shown flawlessly, and her dangly bits dangled freely before she hopped back into the beanie bag to keep on reading.<br/><br/>Junk, junk, boner meds, junk... her chinese pseudonym got lots of stuff about martial arts for some reason... her mother would be furious... her Quebecois one - her 'real' fake SIN - was particularly striking in it's lack of striking, though it was filled with propaganda-ist stuff to support Le Republique du Quebec. Bunny rolled her eyes, and switched to her 'work' SIN from the UCAS... and she had possible work!<br/><br/>First job... courier work, haul stuff by boat, paid by weight... yeah, she was gonna stop right there; this was her home, best not turn it into a work-place that could get her to lose it more easily... and government customs was one of the things she wanted to keep on HER side...<br/><br/>Second job... she could do that; 7k for a night's work? Hell yeah! Bunny finished off the mochi-boob and sent a message to the Johnson through the proper shadownet channels. Now all she had to do was wait... and reload the six rounds into her gun. That required her to go down into the drop-down section of her house-boat, but that also meant her workspace had a COOL underwater one-way viewspace! It was so calming and relaxing...