There is a very brief second when Pink grabs onto Elodie's shirt as she sits in her wheelchair where her face goes blank and her hands twitch. And then it passes and she's got a very cranky expression on her face as she puts her hands, slowly, deliberately, in her lap. She takes a deep breath, and says, picking each word with care, "Please let go of me." 

Once Pink does, she starts rolling the chair down the street, towards the train station. "I met Skels through another inmate that got released about 2 months before I did. I'll be recommending him to the next guy to get released, which is in 3 months. To get to know him, all you have to do is go to a horrifying prison for years and years, get let out, and have quasi-legal prosthetics that need expensive and frequent maintenance. Or I don't know, you could ask him on a date. You seemed interested in that, and I think he accepted your apology." 

They're at the station. It's a very short walk from Skels'. She suspects that's intentional, and has no idea where he gets the money for the prime real estate. She's not sure she wants to know. She rolls up the ramp and settles in back to a wall, facing the station map across the station, before looking at Pink. "Listen." Finger one. "Don't ever touch me without asking when I'm in a wheelchair." Finger two. "Don't ever touch the chair without asking." Finger three, and gritted teeth. "Assume that I'm scared out of my mind when I'm stuck in this, not able to walk, with twice my remaining body weight bolted onto me as misfiring prosthetics. Cool? Cool."

And she settles back in to watch the station as they wait for their train.

*

Persephone: I'll need a place, yes. I'm pretty sure my issue will be more finding someplace that doesn't care about the convict bit.
Persephone: Or the police continuing to fuck with me.

*

One more stop in Ares before the apartment and figuring out just how to get inside past the hordes, a few quarters spinward. Moving from the Enlightment band to the Classical, do a few simple anti-tail tricks to ditch any easy followers, and end up in front of a clinic, Geiger's Counter. It's been closed for years, based on the grime, and is plastered with yellow and black stickers screaming the danger from radiation hazards.

"They didn't store their chemotherapy equipment properly. The owner was more invested in making the clinic, uh, cute." She gives a dismissive gesture towards the clinic to show what she thinks of that, as she wheels her way down a side alley ignoring the stickers. "Containment broke, the building itself was built to code for storage of radioactive material so it's not hitting the rest of the neighborhood so it was decided that it would be cheaper to just abandon it." She's reached a back door, behind a rusting hulk that used to be a dumpster, and takes a key out from her bag, unlocking it. "Took about three weeks to clean up, including the new radiation baffles in the walls. Cowards."

And with that she rolls into her safehouse.