When Mr. Suit didn't immediately respond to Spook's answer she wondered if she'd failed some kind of test. He should have been eager to tell her what power really was the moment her response strayed away from his interpretation. That was her Dreg way of thinking, knock the other guy down and step on them when they tried to stand, whether it was verbally or physically. Always make it clear who the top dog was, when you were fortunate enough to be in that position... which Spook generally wasn't. Maybe she'd gotten the question right and that had accidentally shut him up.<br/><br/>She opened the door of the vehicle with some difficulty, not so much from needing to reach over with her good arm as it was having no experience letting herself out of a car. Lift here, push out... right, got it. Spook could have used the chivalrous attitude from earlier to make less a fool of herself. Hopefully a familiarity with luxury cars wasn't high on the list of requirements for whatever work she'd be doing. As before she gave almost no attention to the people coming and going around her; under Pangea it would be stupid to ignore them when any one of them could be concealing a weapon or who knew what, but up here were only good, protocol abiding citizens. They weren't a threat so they weren't important.<br/><br/>The artificial plants were worth more than a glance, Spook liked the message she took away from them. Nature'd had its shot, now cybernetics were doing it better. Still, it was kind of funny that these alumninum trees were on display under the sun where a real plant could actually grow, while down in the Dreg you were lucky to see mold or some other fungus. Unless you were<b>un</b>lucky and whatever you came across was airborne and poisonous. She took note of the Tenzou logo, no surprise there, and then the man she was following began to speak. It turned out he was a lot more patient in getting to his point than she was.<br/><br/>Not too surprisingly, the way Mr. Suit described power was a lot different from her own version. Not exactly cerebral like the more devout in the order had taught her, but it was a definition she couldn't quite get behind. Telling other people what to do, of course that was what a corporate man would consider to be powerful. She spent more time looking around the building they were walking through than listening to his spiel, up until he indicated that she was to take the lead and he threw in a twist. Power was a lie? Sure there was bluffing, making someone think you were in control and using that against them. She'd seen fights which were won before the first punch had been thrown. She wasn't certain that was what he was getting at.<br/><br/>Spook stood next to the man, gazing through the glass at the boy in the chair, focusing on the monologue now. Her left arm reached over in front of her body, metallic fingers tapping lightly on her useless right limb. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a growing smirk, listening to the hypothetical situation being described. Wasn't that the dream of everyone outside the corps, really? To tell them where to stick it, that all their money and political sway and backroom deals didn't matter in the face of someone who stood up and said no. Sure it would never really happen, that's why the world was divided up by businesses and the little people were stomped on every day... still, she couldn't deny it was a fun thought exercise.<br/><br/>She nodded along as they began to walk again, now he was talking about power in her own terms. Maybe he was just saying things he knew she'd want to hear, it was pleasing to listen to anyway. Despite how she'd wound up here, and in her current condition, Spook's chest swelled with pride. No weapons, one working arm, and yet with the way he spoke about her she believed it was true that she was still strong. Stronger than the people they'd passed by in any case. Despite all her attempts to appear cool and unaffected her eyes widened considerably when she was offered her pick of a replacement limb. She'd been expecting repairs, maybe some kind of upgrade at best... a stupid grin flashed across her face for just a second before she forced an outward calm again. Whatever she was getting herself into now was already worth the debt piling up, this was merchandise she'd never have access to otherwise. And mint out of the package at that. While her current arm was still new to her, chances were it'd been attached to at least one other person first.<br/><br/>Spook glanced at her busted arm, thinking back to the crash which had left it crippled, the replacement needed to be tough enough not to crack under that kind of pressure. Then there was the stand-off which had followed where her shots had gone wide, some added compensation for recoil would have helped. This was backward thinking, basing her choices now on what would have fixed her problems then... or was it looking to the future? Whatever scrape she found herself in next would benefit from these mods, no question. And some added strength to her punches was too good to pass up. The other thing to check was the weight of the entire package, it had to be close to what she was used to or she'd be throwing herself off in every fight.<br/><br/>"This should do me," she decided at last, having taken her time to find what she'd had in mind. Not quite on par with the military grade stuff of WatchTower, but easily doubling the networth of her body. Like her current prosthetics the limb was obviously artificial without any masking synthetic skin, though quite a bit sleeker in design without the scrapes and marring of time spent in the Dreg. That would come in its own time. "My other arm could use a tune-up," Spook added, "And I'll need a blade refitted into my leg at some point."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>