@Squirrel: We don't even need to change. Krestov and Slob were the only ones seen, since the SUV has opaque windows.
@Sabato: Is i just me or did you not append an image?
bnc sighs, still frustrated, and grinds her teeth. "It's just me who screwed it. The 'link was an ordinary Hermes piece of chunk. I just ... I just forgot to fucking redefine the extracted dummy authentification key. I will definitely not fuck up a second time, sempai. I don't even think they will be specially aware. Teenagers trying to hack the VIP list will happen every day, presume. N'est-ce pas?
Now, if you'd excuse, I'll be back in one hour or so. I'll need to recollect myself, sirs. No worries, I'll be sober in time."
With that, bnc opens the car door, reply or no, and leaves the driver's seat empty. She looks around for a place where she could find somebody to start a fight with, have fun with, or at least have a quite seat from where she could engage in some cyber fighting or other serious hot-sim overstimulation. bnc hates being beaten, and this feeling is not going to be numbed easily.