The door slid closed behind her and locked with a sharp click. Lodging in Omega, unless you had a name, cash and a booming illegitimate business, was always going to be rough - that just came with the territory. She was fortunate to have a stable income at least, thanks to her job as an agent of the Shadow Broker but even that meant that you just had the option of a secure house in a bad area, or a house with poor security in an area with less crime. She opted for the latter. Stealth tech (courtesy of Cerberus, though taken with a five finger discount) solved the problem of being stalked home, but this time she didn't bother turning it on.
Korinne sighed and leant against the door, looking around the apartment. It was a studio, that's all she could manage. A black and red kitchenette fulfilled most of her dining needs, though she ate out most nights and a futon was shoved into the adjacent corner. She obviously wasn't thrilled about sleeping so close to the floor but it wasn't worth owning furniture.
Not if this universe was doomed.