Yes, but he seems irritated.

He makes a groaning noise of irritation, before gesturing with his gun barrel to the nearby guard outpost. The other security officers around you lower their weapons, believing you to just be the subject of a scam.

"Yeah, they screwed you. But, the town could use people like you. Come with me."

You do, **** to take orders from a cop, but not wanting to escalate the situation.

Once you're inside, the place is a strange mixture of high tech equipment with scavenged office furniture. You're led into the opening booth, where a young man in a cybersecurity uniform is leaning back with his feet on the desk, playing something on a phone. Dawson punches him on the shoulder, and tilts his head to you.

"This is Daniel. He handles Junktons cybersecurity. He's also the only implant technician in town, so be nice. He's gonna make you're pass. Daniel, this is Miss Zoe Pierce, she's a merchant from across the Zone. Get her certified."

Daniel slides his phone into his shirt pocket, adjusting his goggles and obviously looking you over. He's pale and frail-looking, which doesn't surprise you, most cybersecurity guys and girls spend most of their time in virtual reality. He stands up, reaches under the desk, and pulls out an ancient digital camera on a coiled wire.

"Let's get your picture then, Zoe. Back against that wall there, cloak off."

Not wanting to cause a scene while so close to your goal, you just do what he says, shrugging the cloak off to the ground below while leaning backwards against the wall with your arms crossed.{if TornClothes =True} He raises his eyebrows at your the bare flesh beneath your town clothes, clearly enjoying the view, but doesn't say anything.{endif}

He gives you a grin while holding the digital camera up to one of his eyes, pointed at you. You just glare at him.

He's probably gonna wank off to that later. Asshole.

"You don't need to smile, it's fine." He places the camera on the desk, then reaches for one of the data-chips plugged into his terminal, plucking it out. He hastily scrawls "J-EP" on its label sticker with a black pen and poor handwriting, before holding it out to you.

"Here you go Zoe. See you round town."

Not if I see you first.

You mutter "Sure" as you exit the the guard outpost. In preparation, it looks like Lieutenant Dawson has already opened the gate for you.

"Welcome to Junkyon, Miss Pierce. Enjoy your stay."