Sly thought the stretch of Broadway near Pine had gone downhill noticeably since the last time she’d been there. More chippies huddled in doorways or even squatting out in the steady rain, oblivious to everything but the sim-sense fantasies playing in their minds. More homeless, dossing down wherever they could find space. More orks and trolls swaggering around in their gang colors. If it’s this bad during the day, she thought, what’s it like at night?