I'm just used to meeting people like that, is all.

[ not serial killers per se, but most Fixers in the City have killed for less. including herself here. she leans forward, takes... more than a sip of her wine because she's suddenly thirsty, and lies back down again. ]

And... yes, kind of. I used to live on an artificial island called a portship, all made of steel and metal. But nowadays I've been traveling from one District to another for my work.