"You're talking corp to me. 'No, this isn't a suicide mission.' 'No, this is the same--but different.'" Tey crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking as unimpressed as she had since arriving. Her father had a saying: 'Never trust anyone without trying to throw them', or something like that. Tey was fairly certain she could throw a lot of people at least six feet, but she couldn't toss a corporation very far now could she?

"But let's suspend my extreme misgivings about just being here for a second and ask two very important things. One: what things am I covering; two: how much are you gonna pay me to do it?" The fact that she was a runner meant that she didn't talk. That was just asking to get blacklisted. Anybody who couldn't keep their mouths shut about the stuff they did was just asking to starve to death or get a bullet to the brain. Tey wanted neither, so she maintained her discretion.