Some CTAC profiler once said people steal because they feel the world owes them. That isn't always true, Kovacs thinks, it's certainly false the way it was meant, but in this instance? Kovacs thinks he deserves more than he's getting. He steals the stupid fucking fruit cups.

And the stash might be worth something, when things fall apart.

"I've been owned," he says, "she just... doesn't get privacy." Or how precious that can be to people like Kovacs. Out of the moment, he's feeling more forgiving. It's over; what can be done?

"There was a case," he says, "murder, sort of. She didn't solve it. To fuck with her, the guy who hired me stuck her in her boyfriend's body. He owned me. She's just... We're both still dangling from that string, even here, away from him."

He sips from the fruit cup pensively.