She laughed.
"You think I match my socks? Or have different kinds of socks? I live out of my duffle bag; I dont give a fuck."
She gave a laugh.
"You funny."
She's raided her eyebrows.
"Not the first time someone with the name The Devil has their eyes on me."
"I sure fuckin can. Techwear makes it impossible to hide my effects."
She opened her oversized hoodie to show a pair of shiny pistols and mags under her arms, a pair of kukri on her hips, and a thin dagger on her thigh.
"Cyber ain't in my turf either. We wear ghetto where I'm from."
"Morning."
She took a sip of coffee.
"Well, fuck try too, you two-toned pastel crayon."