Darion, after the guy with the knife and PMC patch was shooed away.  Darion couldn’t believe he was former PMC as well.  No sane PMC would carry around just a knife.  Especially in the Dreg.  You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.  And the whole Dreg was a gunfight ready to start.<br/><br/>Once outside, while following Shades, Darion easily caught sight of the… Person?... In the wheelchair.  He was definitely surprised at the sight of the person sitting in the wheelchair.  Usually people with a disability that bad didn’t last long here.  He was surprised to see someone in a wheel chair still alive.  And he was sure she was actually a person.  The talking confirmed that it was a person that Darion was introduced to.  Without the talking he would be pretty sure he was just introduced to some kind of Doll.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Wow, no creativity with code-names.”</span>He agreed.  Not seeming to care at all that she was studying him.  He did the same, identifying any weapons she had first before noticing her body.  That wheel chair could hide quite a few weapons.  Same with her body.  He noticed most of it seemed to be covered in cybernetic augments.  They were the reason he thought she was a doll until she spoke in an obvious French accent.<span style="color: green">"Nice to meet you as well Wheels."</span>Not really, he didn't care, but he might as well say it since they would be working together.<br/><br/>As they talked about much he didn’t understand, like hacking, Darion studied the doll.  Not sure how much of her body was cybernetic, but the only things that looked real was her eyes.  Of course his eye tried scanning her features and pull any information it could through facial recognition.  Again he wished he had access to the PMC database like he used to instead of a basic 1.0 Neuronet interface.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>