She stepped off the bus, and immediately Auburn greeted Red with the familiar sound of constant factory work. She knew a lot of honest, hard-working people here. It was almost like coming home.

This particular building though? Not so much. The sex work was no problem—chummers gotta work—but she'd heard rumors of organleggers and bunraku parlors working out of the apartments. Judging from the sounds (and smells!) coming from the rooms around her, they might be true.

Her AR glasses identified the right door and highlighted it. Either it was already unlocked or some sensor had noticed her coming, because when she pressed on the door, it swung open. The room's only window had been dimmed electronically, and the lights were off. Her cybereyes switched to low-light with a slight [i]snik[/i], and the rigger appeared in front of her along with the rest of the safehouse. [i]Early start. Not bad![/i]

"Morning, chummer. Good to see you up. I'm guessing you don't wear that thing for looks. Allergic to something?"