"I made the decision, obviously, though the decision itself was forced on me." Shira sighed as she recalled the accident, though she was barely conscious then. More vivid were the memories after she had woken up from her coma. "There was an engine fault, and I was on-site at the time. You might have heard of it, it happened...almost a year and a half ago, now? I don't remember much about the incident, but my injuries necessitated some heavy work."<br/><br/>She walked out of the elevator with Kaz. It wasn't that she ever really felt like hiding any details, but it was difficult to explain the experience she had. How do you explain to someone the feeling of looking in the mirror, taking off your bandages, and seeing half of your face burnt off, and an eye missing, the flesh stripped to the bone? "Though to be honest, it's not perfect. I don't look quite the same as I did. I'm not too bothered by it," she pointed to the tattoo under her right eye, and the other one in between her collarbones, "and honestly, I don't think I should look entirely human. Why bother trying to cover up major things like that, you know? My back has tattoos that match the LEDs - the LEDs on the spine themselves are non-standard, too." There was more to it, this strange urge she felt to keep changing herself - this idea that she<i> should</i>look vastly different, and that hunger frightened Shira. Was she really so willing to throw away her human appearance? Shira pushed the thoughts aside, not letting it show on her face.<br/><br/>"Well Mr. Markin, I think this is where we part ways. It was truly a pleasure getting to know you." She gave him a warm smile, perhaps too warm. "And I'm definitely looking forward to working with you from now on." Shira gave him a cheerful wave as she walked away towards engineering, where she was to report in.