"Oh, you don't want to play with these," said Melissa. She spat on her hands, rubbed them together and kept playing. "They've got cooties." 

After Kwu left for Ramirez, she figured she might as well keep tabs on what was going on. She paused the game, and searched for any traffic light cameras in the area. There were a couple of semi-functional ones, much to her delight. She routed the feed from the cameras into her eyescreen 0.83, and started jumping until she found Kwu and Ramirez, tracking their chase. The image was blurry to all hell, but it was good enough to see what was going on.

She started recording it to her phone, and went back to playing her game. There wasn't much she could do from there, besides watch.