Spook took the scanning, or whatever it was, in stride. The tingling in her cybernetics caused her body to respond in kind, her skin goosebumping with a light shiver running down her spine. It was the sort of sensation she got when, as a child, she'd been to a doctor's for a checkup. Back when she'd live in a place where doctors had offices and waiting rooms, instead of dingy holes in the wall filled with instruments smelling of alcohol.<br/><br/>The red beams certainly felt invasive, but she had nothing to hide from them... Except the blade retracted up in her leg, shit! So much for that ace in the hole. They'd also be well aware that her right arm wasn't working, if there had been any doubts about that. The possibilities of escape were rapidly dwindling from unlikely to impossible, all by WatchTower's design of course. She instantly regretted not trying the hostage route, no matter how bad it could have gone. All she had left now was the hope that someone in this operation was looking to cut a deal of some sort.<br/><br/>Spook was almost glad to see the woman from earlier, the only person she could afford some genuine respect to. All of WatchTower's units might have been as fast and brutal as this one, but Spook had seen her in action and that counted for a lot. Bluffing was fine in The Dreg, important too most of the time. A show of force and action worked a lot better. The holding cells, on the other hand, were the last thing she'd wanted to see. Despite what she'd been led to believe it turned out WatchTower did take prisoners, and more than a few. How long had the others been locked up? She ignored the clothed civilians, they weren't worth noticing, but those who obviously came from Dreg stock held her interest.<br/><br/>"Hey again," she nodded to the armoured figure as she got closer, an easy smirk painting her lips. Something about this one woman brought out the smartass in her, maybe she was developing a crush. "I never did get that lunch I talked about," Spook stepped along toward the next part of... whatever this was. "If you're not busy later we could eat out together, you like Italian?" Once inside the new room she hopped up onto the table, sitting down on it and crossing one leg over the other, feigning nonchalance. Bluster was all she had left, might as well use it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>