Narchi lead Neblae into the labyrinth of boxes inside the old warehouse. He pointed out every dead-fall and trip-wire along the way. He lead her to a bio-hazard box and popped the end off while she asked, "Is that wise?" He snorted. "Must be. I think this place was an old Trow safe house. Back to the old Imperial Days, maybe. Everything says 'Bio-hazard', but it's all false. This whole warehouse is a store of Trow goodies." He pulled out a Trow battle helmet and helped her into it. He said to her, "Say, 'Activate City-Chamo mode!' " She did and the white suit instantly changed color to muted greys, blacks and brown. She blinked. and asked quietly, "Can it turn me invisible?" He shook his head. "It's armored, and chamoflagued. It does NOT make you invulnerable OR invisible. The visor has Light-intesification, Infra-red and movement sensor modes. It also you to interface with the sensors in the hand-weapon. Wearing the helmet makes you a crack-shot with it. All I could do is shoot the broad-side of a building!" He put down the Trow carbine on the box while she said intensely in a hushed voice, "I hear voices! They speak of the dead woman, Ahrini! Do I hear spirits?" Narchi paused and didn't call her stupid again. He thought and took a look at her. She had the most remarkable rose and golden eyes. He blinked dumbly and went, "Ahem. No. You must be hearing the Trow radio chatter from City 64. Do not respond to their queries! They are not spirits, girl." She huffed, "Stop calling me,'Girl' !" He put a new power-cell in the Trow weapon and shoved it into her hands as he slapped his hat onto the tip of her spear, in his hands. He frowned at her, and growled at her, "Give me something to call you, like your name." "Hat-man! You should try to figure it out. I've given you clues, even!" She looked at him expectantly. He thought it. He said, "You gave up your dress to the dying Ahrini, easily enough. You kept that gold silk belt with the knot. I'd guess---'Golden Knot'. You don't come undone easily." He went back to digging in the box and fished out an old Devi helmet and put it on. Neblae blinked and said quietly, "You're awfully smart. Few guess it so handily." She changed color from a plastic looking bronze to an an ordinary looking brown skin tone. Narchi looked at her and nodded. "Good to see you looking so good. I mean 'not so defensive around me'. I mean..." "It's alright, hat-man. I'm nervous, too. I've never took on humans before, and I'm frightened too. What's your plan?" She was concerned, but mostly calm. "I'm going to lure them into my traps and let the traps get 'em." Narchi said, making it up as he went. "I want you to hide til light fades and make a run for it from that pipe there. It lets out about fifty feet into a ruin out there. Head toward Trashtown. I'll meet you there. It's too dangerous in here for you to run around unescorted. Understand? "You'll lure someone with a hat-on-a-stick? That is stu--UH, not wise. It is the oldest trick in the book." She put on the gun and flipped down the visor. He fished out the mask that went with it. Narchi shrugged. "Maybe. It's an old trick, but works more times than not. I want you to be ready to run for it. Understand?" She nodded, feeling quite out of her depth. Media is Poser 6