‘Neither do I, @Crimson_Fixer. I’m watching you.’ Her perfume is the real killer, and a twitch of my mandibles might’ve been a tell.

A cough, to shake off the distraction. ‘No, @Crimson_Fixer. I’m watching your more shadowy endeavours. ‘However, you dance well.’

‘You already know I do. What did you really come here for, @Crimson_Fixer?’

‘It shouldn’t be that hard to guess, @Crimson_Fixer. Your employer’s got you tangled in lots of ugly business, and some of them bite back.’

‘But someone else will lead you out to bleed, @Crimson_Fixer. Trust me, that’s the one constant on Omega. Walk away, while you still can.’

And why would @Crimson_Fixer listen to me when I can’t even explain it myself? ‘As far away as possible from this messed up station.’

‘Then go, @Crimson_Fixer. I’m sure your employer wouldn’t be too thrilled to find out that you came here.’

‘Yes, I am. I tried, @Crimson_Fixer. Leave, if you’re done. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

The worst thing is, meeting me might’ve put @Crimson_Fixer in danger. I can’t just leave her alone. She’s gonna hate my guts.