Why the frag did I agree to this? Yeah, sure, my brain knows it’s the only logical next step—I’m dead-ended without more resources. But it’s not my brain that’s knotting my guts up so hard I want to spew. Fear? Who wouldn’t be afraid walking into an unknown situation with someone who’s always viewed your kind as an enemy? The other feeling is disgust, all that "to think I’ve sunk so low" bulldrek. Just the thought of dealing with shadowrunners leaves me feeling soiled somehow.