Raise your hands, but keep lying.

Knowing the odds of dodging that many shots in close quarters, you scowl at Dawson, raising your hands, while half a dozen augmented reality targeting lines converge on your position. As you do, the thermal blanket falls from your shoulders, revealing you to them. {if TornClothes =True}You can't help but feel extremely **** under the gaze of all these men, as they drink in your body beneath the torn fabric. One of them even wolf whistles. You scowl at him.{endif}

"Miss Pierce, this pass is registered in somebody else's name. Care to explain?"

You nonplussed for a fraction of a second, before responding.

"Never been to this side of the Zone, but I spoke to a couple guys on my way in, sold this to me. They screw me? These things not transferable?"

You think it's probably best to not mention that they're both dead now.