Things died down just as fast as they started to move. The plan was sound, and it worked like a charm, and now they were being showered with rewards and discounts, something that made Avelyn stir uneasily. Her poverty-induced greed was one thing, and a strong one, but this just seemed too easy, [i]too good[/i]. And things that were too good were usually a trap. And the last one she walked into ended with spacing and capture. She shook her head to get that memory out, still too early to try and stanch that particular wound. Anyway, at least it looked like they’d have better transport to the ship itself once the low-squat APC returned, and if a day didn’t require gunfire and medical assistance, it was a good day in her book.

Since they were picking themselves up, she leaned over the table and gently shook Iris awake. [color=#FF2E00]“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Sandman put you under and made off with all your candy.”[/color] She whispered, figuring that ought to do it and excused herself to see what the gun shop had in store, specifically looking for field apparel. She had a hunch the road they'd chosen had quite a few scrapes in store for them, and getting her only attire soaked with blood and full of holes sounded about as smart as it sounded appealing. While she was at it, a dozen or so spare inserts for her armor would be nice, but she expected that would bite into her current private funds something fierce and leave her with just enough to grab a meal. One meal.