Skater looked into the ork’s dark eyes. He saw the honest intent there and it bothered him. Running alone, hanging alone, that was the way he’d tried to live his life for a long time now. But there was no way he could earn the nuyen he needed for Emma and him to survive on his own, and linking up with another shadowrun team where those boundaries existed again was kludge thinking. He didn’t like the idea of running up moral debts; nuyen was a hell of a lot easier to pay off, and a chummer knew when the bill came due.