Twitch rolled her eyes slightly when he patted her down. She didn’t need weapons to take someone out. She could end a life with just a few datanodes accessed. And they’d still be alive to suffer the complete inability to do anything. Being wiped wasn’t a nice thing to be. Some may posture and say it’s better than death, but what can you do when the world thinks you don’t exist? No money, no access, no nothing. She’d rather be dead.
“Wham bam thank you ma’am... I get it. All business.” Twitch ran her fingers along the inside of her wrist and a rectangle of what appeared to be her skin rose up slightly and split in half, revealing a hidden compartment. She reached inside and pulled out the data and credstick inside and placed them on the table between them. It wasn’t unusual for people to exchange ICEs and programs in Zzyyxx, so the swap wouldn’t appear abnormal out in the open. “But it’s butter caramel... real tasty.” She said. “Busy guy like yourself should make sure to eat-“ Twitch reaches out, the compartment in her arm closing, and broke off a piece of scone to munch. “Yum.”