The man looked at Elohim, realization suddenly dawning in his eyes.  "Sorry!"  He hacked, getting up and hunching over.  "Am I in your way?"  He asked, with more than a few twinges of fear.  "I'll just get going then."  He said, falling into a coughing fit as he struggled to drag himself away from the cybernetic woman.  "God... *cough*  bless you!"  he cried, struggling to find another alley to rest in, preferably one far away from the incipient party.  Such events might bring him money, but more likely they would bring him danger.  He'd talked with his kind, and the consensus was that nightlife always brought the servants of the devil, who were especially prone to prey on the homeless and the unhealthy.  "Sorry."  He whimpered, finally limping around a corner.