The meet had been at the Womb, and the Yamatetsu contact had been a tall negroid elf with—paradoxically— a strong Cockney accent. (At the time, she’d assumed he was a legitimate employee of Yamatetsu, not a hired runner like herself.) It had been a civilized meet. If Yamatetsu knew Sly was involved in the original run, they’d obviously decided it wasn’t worth zeroing her. All they’d wanted was whatever it was she’d taken, plus a massive payment for "damages." She’d handed over the chip and credstick, and gotten a receipt from the elf in return— civilized—and that was it. When Sly got up to leave, he insisted she at least stay to finish her drink. One drink had become several, and they’d spent that night—and several thereafter—together at Modal’s doss near Shinjuku Station.