"... reasonable," The girl admitted. "I don't like killing. But here I am, cutting heads off for some spare change. Really, it was a one time thing; the 200 credits could possibly get me a good meal or two." She sighed, sitting down at the 7-11 counter, tilting her head slightly at the woman. "Do you have a name?" She asked–it was actually a legitimate question. Many people she met had either forgotten theirs or have never received one. "Mine's Christina. Most call me Chris or Tina."