"Depends. I'll need deets on the vatjob so I can grok it a little better," Kizzie says, leaning back and taking another swig of coffee. She mentally directs her own camera to pan back slightly, sending a little more of her to the doctor. "Can any of it be salvaged? Chrome or bio? Does it look like you could modify or implant any of that stuff for a normal meta that doesn't look like a cross between 1940's Godzilla and a fleshlight?"<br/><br/>She decided not to mention the twins or the True Sons. She trusted the doc but business was business -- if the ork knew she'd be getting nuyen on the side for the bodies, she'd be a lot less likely to hand them out like candy the way she was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>