Jocasta relaxed as the credits appeared into her account. The heavy revolver she had selected had been no accident. There wasn't much short of anti-material rifles that would punch through dirks armors, or Volkavax's scales, but the capacitor fed heavy laser might have had a shot. She was just as glad she didn't have to find out for sure. It wouldn't make sense for Dirk to kill her now, the encryptions on a credit account were terrabytes in complexity, something that even quantum computers would need hundreds of years to crack.

"Well that went well," Jocasta commented, waving at a bar tending robot. The droid turned a sensor towards her and a drink menu flashed up in her augments. She ordered three shots of pepper whiskey and a sandwich with shaved protein. A hovering delivery drone arrived a minute later with three shot glasses still smoking with the vapor of the liquer. She tossed off one shot right away, then took a sip from the second before setting it down on the bar.

"So do you always work alone?" she asked, downing the second shot before picking up the smoking sandwhich and taking a bite.

"Not big on guns myself," she said around a mouthful of meat and bread.

"Too chancy," she explained.