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You can't help but crack a huge grin at that, satisfied to know that she was able to get at least some of the help she needed - and apparently become some kind of famous singer, to boot! You'll have to make an unannounced visit soon to hear her in action, uh...when you have actual Zeni to do so. You spent all you had already, and something tells you that it'd be tricky to buy a ticket into this 'Underworld' establishment without real cash. You certainly couldn't justify materializing actual government currency, because that'd definitely count as counterfeit...
Now lost in a tangent of thought revolving around the various ways you could try to make some quick money without upsetting things too much, your walk through the streets of Central City is unexpectedly cut short as you hear the sound of glass breaking. Your ears perk up, and your head snaps over to the source of the sound, though it seems it's maybe two or three streets away given how you can't see anything odd. Hell, the other people out walking tonight don't seem to have heard it like you did, which definitely points to it being further off.
With a quick jog so as to not alarm people on their relaxing evening strolls, you make your way over to where you heard the noise, only to see a familiar face in a less-familiar arrangement. Thrusting a blade coming out of a single mechanical arm towards the shattered window of a storefront, which oddly is not sending out any alarms, is the mechanically inclined pirate you sent to prison years ago! Oddly enough, it seems that he's much less mechanical now than he was when you first met him, sporting his original legs, one of his real arms, no mechanical portions on his head whatsoever, and a flesh-and-blood torso with a clear cutout on the chest that shows a spherical device installed in place of his heart and connected to his circulatory system with artificial tubing. His skin is still blue, so that might just be his natural color, you imagine.
"Loot it all, ye buckets of bolts! Time's a wasting, we be needing much more than this ter built my replacement parts! Three targets left after this'un!" The cyborg commands a fairly small unit of three of those oddly-shaped skull-headed robots you faced long ago. The trio of robots are already busy loading machinery and components from the tech store into bags, so you have to assume the commands given are redundant and just because he feels good bossing them around.
"Hey!" You call out, widening your stance and placing your hands on your hips. "Stop right there, pirate!" You exclaim, lifting one hand from your hip to instead point straight at him.
"Oh hells, not you again!" The android says, clenching his teeth so hard you hear a crack. "Can't you just leave me be?! How am I supposed to achieve perfection if I'm stuck in this damned meat body?!" He despairs, throwing up his hands despite the objection. Having lost once, he knows he'll only lose again if he fights.
