The night is almost over, but what remains of it is not for wearing clothes. 
She strips naked, dumps everything, clothes and weapons included, onto the 
mattress, then turns on the trid. News Now 38 has a story about some suit called 
Neiman who got hosed in a parking garage. Nothing new about that. Like they say 
in the adverts for adventure trids, the modern metroplex is a dark and dangerous 
place. Somebody’s always getting sliced or diced or chopped to ribbons. What
surprises her, though only briefly, is the absence of any mention of all the 
yakuza she’s been scragging for Adama. The cops or the corps must have the gag
on. It wouldn’t be the first time.