"Nova Rich?  Those punks?" she snorted, muttered something in German, then continued "Lone Star doesn't crack down on them unless they do something<em>really</em>stupid they can't get out of; our<em>real</em>bosses there don't like it when little Bobby and Timmy and Mary Sue get picked up for speeding, joyriding, or drug possession... makes them 'look bad' or some shit.  Spoiled little bastards they are is what it is, mommy and daddy's money giving them a fucking bubble to live in... the boys at Lone Star won't pick them up unless they do something<em>really</em>bad, like kill one another or light a city block on fire, nothing really stopping them from doing shit really... wouldn't mind putting my boot up their arses, each and every one of them..."<br/><br/>Sounds like she wasn't too happy about those punks, the rant lasting long enough for food to come out, a burger and decent steaks coming out, and it was<em>real meat</em>, what a treat!  Bread was likely at least mostly real, perhaps, for the burger, but the rest of the fixing were the usual soy or krill base, but still,<em>real meat</em>!  The ork waiter chucked a pair of knives directly into the table, an odd thing to do, but Kelly took one out as if it was normal and went into her steak again, Docca giving it a glance and then shrugging, pulling it out and doing the same herself.<br/><br/>"So, is this the part that starts with 'I can't tell you all the details but...'..." Kelly asked around a mouthful of medium-rare steak, followed by a long swig of ale...