[i]'Syndicate a reality show' my ass, space 'dillo.[/i] What Giggles gathered between the accent was that the nonhuman was on strictly private business, or had been led to believe so. Alone and lost on Frixion Prime, handing out a ludicrous cover story with only a simple grip on the language... Something told Giggles that the Paminian had been set up.

"So that's what you call him, huh?" he said, aloud but softly, watching the holo pass as he thought these thoughts. [i]Yeah, we call him the Fatcat. Good luck chasing that figurehead. Fuckin' corporatist pigs.[/i]

Any sympathy he might've had evaporated with the scent of money, though.

"Oh, nothing too pricey, just say four hundred bits for a day tour, but very good value. Wild rides in store, you won't regret a thing." More importantly, it was well under the threshold at which a travelling businessbug might consider siccing private police on him for shoddy service. Only once the money changed hands did Giggles, now Gucci, tactfully start to step around the fact that he didn't know anyone here. 

"Humble guide like me's got not exactly the clearest grip on where the hell Fatcat's hidin- I mean, how to contact the Mogul," said Giggles, burying details under a mass of confident babble. "But hey, no stress! This is Frixion, everyone knows everyone and I know a gal who knows a guy, no problem. Here, got a ride? No? Well neither do I, so unless you're keen on paying our way I guess we're going to have the public transport experience, very nice actually..."

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Public transport meant that Giggles didn't actually have to direct Borulama anywhere, and could spend a moment researching with his cell to get a sense of where he wanted to be. It also meant that he could apply the optic tubes to his face for a moment while Borulama was admiring the aerial monorail view, which-

[i]Oh, he's armed,[/i] frowned Giggles to himself, slipping away his eyesacs and with it the ability to look into Borulama's pockets. [i]Chem delivery rounds, light armour piercing. Could use me some of that. Reality TV, right...[/i]

They stopped at a pricier district and Giggles busily led Borulama downtown. He had only a vague idea of where he wanted to be, but that was enough. Nova was a classic place to do business, pretentious and fancy, and some blessed souls at [i]gangspotting dot frx[/i] had marked a transhuman leading what could only be a seasoned crew into the bar. Sitting around waiting for the embargo to lift, no doubt.

Giggles led Borulama towards the woman in captain's duds.

"Yo." The salesman act got tiring after a while. Besides, with three eyes, she could probably tell a wily rat from a tourguide. "I'm Giggles, this is Borulama. Guy's got some serious media biz, needs contacts. Don't suppose some tech-spirited spacers like yourself could offer him a little help finding his way, mmm?" His voice lowered. "Diplomat, got deals for the Mogul, probably loaded. Play your cards right and you could get the folks in customs to look the other way while you leave." Then normal tone. 

"Whaddya say, Boru? Introduce yourself to the metal lady sometime."