Hey, choom! Arbor runs up behind you, patting your back in a friendly manner as he speeds up to keep pace. You weren't going to leave without me, right? The two of you just got payed for running an anti-gang gig in Corpo Plaza, a fat stack of credits that could pay the bills for months of rationed right. Arbor smiles widely, a soft giggle emanating from his lean form. These creds are burning a hole in my pocket. Wanna go get some synthsteaks? It's my treat!