"A lot of people say DNS'll drive you crazy sooner or later, but I feel fine. And I'll earn my pay any way I can," Spook grinned, swaggering closer with as much bluster as she could summon. Given they hadn't told her to piss off already their plans couldn't be too pressing. She knew she'd have to keep them interested somehow and so far the direct approach looked like it was working. Her artificial hands grasped at the bottom of her torn top and she lifted it easily up over her bald head, more to show off her midriff than her modest breasts. Spook kept what remained of her natural body in top physical shape, her abdominal muscles standing out proud and defined. "Mostly I'm into self-improvement," she held up her right arm, each sythetic finger clencing and unclenching one after the other. "I'm gonna replace<i>every</i>thing, one piece at a time. As long as I can get the creds... That's where I'm hoping you girls come in."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>