Spook flexed her new fingers, inwardly marvelling at the quality of the arm she now posessed which was easily worth more than the rest of her combined. She'd need to be careful of a lot of things, like not straining her spine hefting up large objects which the limb could handle and the rest of her couldn't. But more so she had to watch out for scavengers, a fool and her prosthetic were soon parted... usually postmortem. For all the doors an augment like this could do for her, it came at a price beyond the fee covered by her benefactor. Maybe a false-skin look would have been smart in this case, it wasn't her normal style but it might help her live longer; surprises went a long way in turning the tide in a fight, much like the blade in her leg had proven on occasion.<br/><br/>She stood facing the lift she'd been brought to, a one way trip down into the Dreg. Back to the world she understood, but where she was still a small fish in the ocean. Jumping onto the back of Cat's motorcycle had taken her for one hell of a ride, she was ready to get back to her level of normalcy and in better shape than she had any right to. Spook listened to the man's words, keeping her eyes forward. From her perspective he was taking a huge gamble, to get his credit's worth for her day trip to the Tenzou limb clinic would take some kind of miracle. At least now she had some idea of the what and why behind it, a rival corp's missing tech...<i>the</i>rival corp, when it came to APTS and Tenzou in this part of the world.<br/><br/>It wasn't something she could pass up looking into, either. A score like that was incomparably dangerous and insanely lucrative, Mr. Suit knew she'd be going after it for her own sake and not his. Maybe that was good enough, keeping whatever it was out of APTS's hands if they were so desperate to get it back. No doubt he had a way to keep tabs on her, for all she knew her arm had come with a handy tracking device. That might almost be too simple when it came to the toys a corp exec had access to, things she couldn't even dream of. No point worrying about it, especially not before she'd even gotten back to the Dreg proper. She stepped onto the platform once the gates fell and at last turned to look at the man once more.<br/><br/>"I get the feeling we're going to meet again," she answered him, a good enough indication as anything that she'd be using the piece of 'power' he'd given her. "Next time let's do lunch... some place nicer than this. Higher up, where the sun really shines."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>