"Hnn. You have a point, but there are people who can sometimes reverse that."

He checked around the corners as they progressed, gun at the ready, but they did truly seem to be alone. The lounge setting, however...

Was familiar. Not that specific one, of course, but the general setup was quite popular with rich
mechs... And he had plenty of experience with rich mechs with credits to burn and boredom to soothe away. It was the room they had just come
from - and Cliffjumper's words that made it suddenly so sinister. Not all mechs with deviant tastes were cruel...just many.

"Probably not a good sign. Let's keep moving. We can't help anyone else if we get caught for good." Hw motioned ahead leading the way protectively.