Alice shuffled into the room, still in the paper gown she awoke in, though one hand was careful to keep her behind modest as she saw the docotor who would be performing her 'check up'. She really couldn't believe it... her eye working agian.. the promise of a real , flesh arm and for the scars on her face to be gone. It was almost enough to consider some form of vanity again. While she was interested in the procedure though, the demeanor of the Good Doctor as he was called... and the looming presence of the many 'legged' machine made her shrink back a bit, eliciting a laugh from the good humored Shreiker . "Oh come one Frau Greenfield! It won't bite, any more than me." He getured to the spotlit chair and she smiled in a forced manner, the marine nervously moving towards it, all the while her mechanical hand running through her shorn black hair as the doc lowered the operating light and offered a crooked grin. "so how are you today Frau? Well I hope? Nervous ? Excited?"<br/><br/>As she answered a mask was slipped around her face, the man barely giving her space to reply in his own excited haste to operate her and just like that he was already instructing her to count back down from 10...9...8...7..6..5..4..3........<br/><b><i><br/>
<span style="color: Black">BLACKNESS</span></i></b><br/><br/>As her world faded to black the operating began that would change her life forever, shape her into a new, better woman. And as she thought of that in her final few clear moments, she smiled under the mask before going under.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>