Even one vial filled made the night worthwhile, so it was with a light heart and quick fingers that Alex withdrew the small glass cylinder and pumped the syringe's contents inside. She'd almost finished, but something--barely a flash at the edge of her perception caught her eye, and she gasped as the vial slipped from her fingers. The glow meant she didn't lose it, but it was also highly incriminating.
Her hand went instinctively to her hip, where if she'd been smart there would have been a gun. There was no gun, but she did have a knife that she guessed she could use to defend herself if things got hairy. Hopefully it was just some junkie and she'd be able to tell him to get lost or, worse case scenario, have to kick in him in the teeth. Of course, there was also a pretty decent chance that it was a Repo Man or some other GeneCo lackey.
"Who's there?" she hissed, almost a whisper. It might have not been the smartest thing ever to announce her presence, but you didn't want to come off as too scared in the graveyards.