Ronnie squinted at the dead body, her green eyes blazing against their artificial black back-drop. She huffed before picking up one of the bar stools and dragging it closer to the others. If she had to watch as shit hit the fan, she may as well do it sitting and well rested. Glancing between Niklas, Quackers, and neon lady named 'Lyra,' Ronnie thought back to the day she got the job and all the little details that happened then. The Rat in particular hadn't seemed interesting or especially good at anything, but the Rats' boss had wanted Ronnie to work with that one and if Ronnie had refused she wouldn't have gotten the job. The man hadn't smelled funny, he looked normal - actually he had been pretty plain and ordinary in the looks department - and he hadn't had any weird hobbies or habits. Well, that's no true. The man did have this twitch that irked Ronnie whenever she had to look at him and pay him mind.

	"Twitch?" Ronnie said, unsure if something so small mattered. "Rats' had job n' I took it. Had to take 'im too or no job," she said pointing at the dead man briefly. "Was okay, but he twitched. A lot."