<strong>Afternoon, Hyton Inn, Renton</strong>Or something like that, once she got out of direct noise hell<br/><hr/><br/>Marie tweaked her nipples and lower eyelids like some would adjust their outfits. "Lets us be fair. If we had more time or at a bit less deeper slotting overall, any omae could pull it." Once again, she silently lamented the loss of her stuff. Not that she had anything really hooker-y in that collection, but choices. And not spending like, a McHugh's non-value menu meal on disposable shit.<br/><br/>It wasn't going to break any banks, but it certainly made Marie feel like getting drunk and ... funposting about it if there was time. This dreck was already eating into her usual time schedules for trying to keep dry, which was a sobering thought she didn't want to deal with. Damn, if only she'd bought the Hurlg. Perfect time to try watering it down for human consumption.<br/><br/>"Did you see any alcohol vending outside?" If there were outfit choices, Marie might have asked, about that, but this was more important and fixable. "Oh, and lemme share." It wasn't like there was much for her nanomachines to share, but hey. Might as well let her co-runner see a little more while she was doing her other matrix shit like ensuring that her subconscious was keeping Bug McPosterboard from getting ripped into by GOD some hours down the line.