Valerie arrested the SMG-touting thug with her gaze as he gawked at the cyberarm. Valerie couldn't really blame him, even Valerie herself admired the cyberlimb even if it from a more academic interest. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of recoil damperers or adjustors a piece of cyberware like this required. This wasn't your average consumer hardware. This one in particular probably required additional neuroware. She wished she could say she was more familiar Nobunaga Securities, they weren't really a local firm.<br/><br/>The wheelchair bound girl shrugged a little at the man's question.<i>"There's one more with specs similar to this one but the others aren't quite as obscene. Mais, they're still going to make the PMC green with gun envy."</i><br/><br/>Human eyes closed themselves as Valerie took a deep breath.<i>"Figured out why I'm so paranoid about these yet?  This isn't your kitchenware tech after all."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>