Jurgen liked that Eve appeared to be up for a challenge. He wasn't sure he was. But that didn't seem to matter, she already had her own ideas. And none of them appeared to have occurred to the cyborg. But going down to a bar and starting a few fights for some change sounded good, and then they could get her entered in a proper fight and win big. He liked that idea a lot more than his, so he nodded, and then Jurgen set about putting things away. He didn't need to leave all his valuables lying on the table to be scooped up and made off with. Once that was done he smiled, "I like the way you think, Eve. Let's go make some money." he showed the automaton to the door, and locked it behind them. There was a dive about a block away that was always full of crazies, even at this hour of the morning. It wouldn't take long to find someone interested in making some quick cash beating up a helpless woman. And when they found out that the robot wasn't helpless, or even a real lady, they'd wind up with a good deal less money, and a good deal more respect for the pair of hustlers.

It looked like the both of them were excited now. Jurgen was hopeful that his rent would get paid, and Eve seemed pretty excited to just be fighting someone. That was an interesting bit of programming, but the cyborg wasn't going to complain as long as his rent got paid, and food got put on his table. If Eve turned out to be some kind of raging death machine, he would be okay with that, just as long as he didn't get murdered. Now that he thought about it, having a raging death machine around would be kind of nice, then he wouldn't have to worry about much of anything. He chuckled as he led the way toward the bar, things were starting to look up...

((meh, me too...))