Nikki quirked an eyebrow. Prosthetics? Now that was something she wasn't expecting. And for it to require this much protection? Was a it a corp prototype? No, this team seemed utterly incapable of getting their hands on something<i>that</i>valuable. But if not that, what then? Normal prosthetics could easily be handed off to a chopshop for some quick creds...<br/><br/>"Top end? Like, how top end?" She asked, as she leaned back a little, giving the man a better view up her shirt. The drugs were really starting to kick in now, as her body felt like it was melting into the cushy sofa, it also made it a lot harder to concentrate on what was happening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>