Looking at the crowd and holding her drink Kitty kept gathering whatever info was dropped, explosions on the bridge, gas masks, gang involvement, nothing of it good in her perspective, the work would come in handy but gas and armed to the teeth gangers was not handy.... not by all means.
And that would be my queue... before you testosterone freaks start dishing it out. You can call me Kitty, <Kawaii> decker at your disposal tapping the temple with the datajack and giving the shortest of bows and a faint little smile
adjusting the bleached hair and the red tinted glasses on her nose bridge, Kitty takes a slow look down at her flowery dress stained with blood and filth, the bloody nose, the loosely tied army boots where probably the cleanest element in the whole package... Kitty just shrugged to the rest of the group You know what they say... some days you´re better off staying in bed and today is certainly one of those days...
So... what´s the plan? some of the names people presented oddly familiar to her.... and yet she could not place it exactly... or maybe it was just the throbbing in her head.