"Yeah, you've got a serious softie on your hands," Ziggy says, now that she's clearly in a space where Emry's totally powerless to even argue without it looking more and more true. She watches him go with her hand on her hip, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in quiet amusement. All that big talk outside, and there goes the muscle like this is the scariest situation for him to be trapped in. Figures. Turning to look at the others, she approaches Cassie, giving Ya-ting a thoughtful glance.

"... The HOLO just seems like a shitty idea, honestly. If I'm gonna snoop around the city without the idiots in charge throwing me in a camp, I can't have a way for them to track me, right?" She turns her attention to Cassie. "I go by Stardust, but Dustie works. Since your guy is a sucker for cute nicknames, anyway."

Yes she's teasing him while he's not here, it's her way.

"I'll do whatever you need. I'm... not the most tech-savvy person in the world." She shrugs, looking sheepish. "It's not like I could ever afford the fancy stuff, anyway. But I know a little bit of everything, and I'm a pretty decent thief, if it's for the right reasons. And... as much as I bitch about the labor camps, I'll admit I'm used to labor anyway, so... anything that's time-consuming, I can do while you focus your skills on something more critical."

She learned a lot, working on Badrock. Her work ethic and energy is shockingly steadfast thanks to it, so.