Hey. I'm sorry for leaving on such short notice, Becca. I've got a couple of things to take care of. I wired you some creds for spotting the room, I just got a little paycheck for a small time errand I did a while ago.

Let me know if you want me to sweeten the pot a little more, I've kept you up quite a bit last night.

Hope to see you soon.

Oh, hey. I was wondering what happened to you. Hope you've found yourself an okay cot to rest on. Don't worry though - you didn't miss out on anything important. We had to haul ass to the depot because my Thorium MOX in the hold was quickly burning out, you have no idea how quickly these things run out of buffer cells when they're not actively burning inside an engine.

How 'bout we dance a little more soon? My Hawfinch is still under repairs, but I sure as shootin' can bust out some sick moves. I'd hate to have some spook fuck get the upper hand over me. I definitely welcome a chance for a little training, my hands were made for building, not fightin'. But if push comes to shove, I need to be ready.

Plus, if you win you get to have the first rouuund~.

I'm not trying hard. But I have to every now and again.
"Go big or go home", am I right?

No. I'm still on the hot seat. I've waited the entire day for this shit to go down. I haven't caught a wink of sleep over this.

I'm a little afraid of what might happen.

You're fine. I had to haul your sumptuous butt off into a rented room with the help of some Zoner guy. I think I've bought you a stay for about twenty-four hours, so you should probably check in with the room admin desk before leaving. Don't worry, it's on my tab.

Just... please don't get too drunk again, if you can? You were kind of delirious last night.