Yeah... her instructor had punched a woman... huh... moving right along then!<br/><br/>Bunny didn't really 'talk' much during her trip back to the dockside, and walked through the port to her house-boat easily. Taxi's didn't go RIGHT to the dockside; required special permissions, was more likely to get stopped and searched, yada yada blah blah... TECHNICALLY all of her stuff was 'licensed' and she had a 'SIN,' but it was always better to not push it...<br/><br/>Once home - and after deleting a bunch of porny spam for dick enlargement - all she had to do was clean her guns and get ready for the next day. She liked to clean her guns VERY regularly, because often they got a lot of use; it was her biggest skill, her tailored prowess as an adept, so most of the jobs she was requested for were to utilize her greatest skill. Thus the reason she used gel rounds; bodies created problems, often the bad kind of problems, and frankly not everyone that needed shooting needed to die for it. She wasn't against killing per se, but there was a difference in killing a Red Samurai or Firewatch operative, and killing a corporate wageslave who was overworked, underpaid, and couldn't hit the broad side of the barn if they were holding it.<br/><br/>So yeah, she cleaned her gun, slowly and carefully... in many ways it was a spiritual process, meditative and ritualistic, with specialized, high-grade high-quality tools, many of which were small bits of costly natural materials and lubricants... hell, she might as well work with the other two guns too! Make them all nice and smooth and feeling pretty for their job tomorrow~<3 The big one would get the stock and a two-point too~<3<br/><br/>After that... it'd take some time to so thoroughly clean three guns, even if they had no electronics and stuff in them, so it was time for a couple more mochi-boobs for tastiness, and them some good soy-tea-non-dairy-latte and a solid hunk of chicken - one of the meats you could get around here pretty easily, and most of it free-range! Seriously, chickens could live anywhere...<br/><br/>Then some animu, hydrating, and carb-loading, before putting together a couple more light-pistol rounds - she did empty a couple of mags after all - and it WAS another sort of meditative thing... though more mindfulness lest she blow herself up...<br/><br/>She'd go to bed at a late 12PM, meaning she'd be up in some... three-to-five hours to get ready for the next evening...