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</div><br/>Lillian spent the morning with her caretakers, full-fledged Sisters who had taken care of her, and set her up with her suite of cybernetics. Normally, she was able to keep her maintenance settled on her own, but from time-to-time, and in formal events, such as what would be happening later, she went for something akin to a check-up with the Sisters. They ran a battery of tests to ensure everything was working fine, before returning her cybernetics in pristine condition. Lillian appreciated the offer, and never had any reason to deny it. The Sisters had been taking care of her for as long as she could remember, and even if the process was lengthy, she was sure the team would understand.<br/><br/>After both her internal and external cybernetics were examined to be assured she was in tip-top shape, Lillian began to dress herself. Mostly, her prosthetics weren't prohibitive, save for the fact that they needed open air to remain warm and function well. As such, she wore a top with a rather high cutoff. It used to be a much more modest shirt, but she'd grown a lot lately, and didn't want to bother the Sisters for new clothing. She didn't think her internal cyberware would be subject to the same limitations as her externals, but she did<i>not </i>want to tempt any such fate, and wore it alongside an open jacket to assuage any idea that she wears little more than a prostitute. For the same reason as above, she had to wear rather short-cut shorts, baring a lot of skin to keep everything in working order.<br/><br/>She could staunch the embarrassment she felt baring herself for the Sisters' sake. Lillian then prepared the cyberware she was to be wearing today. She didn't expect any strenuous battles or classes, as this was graduation, so she went with a more relaxed set. Her right arm was still fitted with tech to work with most electronics, but that was a baseline. Seeing the others gathered, Lillian was a bit worried, which wasn't uncommon when dealing with people other than the sisters. She knew Z from their shared tech courses. The other woman was rather capable, as Lillian remembered it, but given that she lived and breathed tech, it was hard for most to match her. She hadn't seen much of the other graduate, who seemed more the martial type, since Lillian had no training there. She was more well-versed in long-range weaponry and tech. Finally, the brunette came to a stop near the council chambers, much later than the others. She gives a slight wave, and mumbles something that resembles "Hello." as she awaits whatever comes next.