Jurgen was glad when Eve seemed to have things well in hand, he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. She challenged a whole table of cyborgs to a fight, but only one of them had accepted so far. Not wanting to get in the way, Jurgen took a seat at a table near the entrance, figuring he would be mostly safe there. Then he just had to wait, and watch the magic happen. His android companion seemed very confident, and that was good. Her opponent was already mad, so she probably wouldn't have much of a problem. But then the robot turned to him, suddenly needing to know the limits. "Don't kill him." he blurted, wanting her attention on the fight, and not on the rules. And that was really the only rule in this part of town. The authorities couldn't be bothered to sort out a brawl. Unless there was serious gang activity, or murdering, they never came down this way. As long as no one died, no one really seemed to care. Hell, sometimes people did die, and no one cared. In the slightly better off parts of the city, the police presence was almost palpable, but out here, it seemed like they couldn't be bothered.

The cyborg was practically shaking now. Eve was clearly ready to go, and her opponent was chomping at the bit. And then, probably as a joke, someone shouted "Fight!" and the cyborg who had taken offense to the robot's brazen display rushed headlong into the fray, eager to break something or someone. He probably didn't much care for the law, and Jurgen suspected he had enough respect around here that no one would talk if he killed someone and the police did show up. It occurred to him that this was probably the reason the cops were never around. No one would tell them anything, so they didn't bother trying any more. It did make sense, considering the attitudes that abounded in such a place. To many, authority was worse that poverty, which didn't always make sense. Jurgen just wanted to be able to eat and pay rent. He couldn't be bothered to worry about authority when he had more pressing issues, like survival, to fret over. But he was beginning to think he might have time to start worrying about authority when Eve was done thrashing people around here...