"Wrong." Argent’s voice is firm, but there’s no anger in it. "I can trust my chummers. Like Peg, and Jean, and Sly, and Dirk." I only recognize half the names, but it doesn’t matter. "And there are the ones I used to trust before I lost them—Hawk, and Toshi, and Agarwal. Not many, Wolf, but some. Shadowrunners don’t have many friends, that’s true. But we cling to the ones we’ve got."