"That you say something doesn't mean that I should trust you blindy, not even if you're my superior. That's one thing I learned from working with Jackson." Elliot simply answered, looking at the slums they were entering. He didn't get here often, but he had met Trixie in a place like this for the first time.

"Don't be afraid, Gilwith. The worst they'll probably do is scold at us." Jackson said, heading into the headquarter and assuming Gilwith would follow after her. He seemed to be a lot like Elliot, and she wasn't sure if that was such a good thing.

"Oh please, save yourself the effort. There's no way you can make this up to me." The AI responded to Kiara, not looking at her. She was right, Trixie did hate her, but even aside of that, how would the woman make this up to her?

When she asked if the AI knew a place where they could hide, she nodded, and knocked at the door of a mechanic. A young man, seemingly in his mid late twenties, opened the door for her. He had a strong build, tanned skin and his left arm was replaced by a mechanic prothesis. On his upper right arm he had the tattoo of a black ankh. His head was shaved bald and his eyes had a black colour. Looking at the two, he raised an eyebrow. "Trixie? I thought you knew that Maria doesn't work at night." He said, looking at the AI.
"I'm not here for repairment, Ramses. I need a place to spend the night, and I was hoping you had a spare bed."