The expression given to Tyla was likely supposed to be one of amusement, but Aldritch's smile had a habit of looking uncomfortably bestial no matter what emotion she was attempting to convey.<br/><br/>"Well I sincerely hope ye have a grand 'ole time fondlin' the other members 'o the crew, but I'll tell ye the same thing I tell all me employers; ye'll pry me out 'o this armor 'n subject me ta all the scans yer doctorin' heart desires when I'm good 'n dead.  Though yer welcome ta lose a few fingers tryin'," she added jokingly, sticking the cigarette back in her mouth and angling it to one side.  "Part 'o my package.  I protect yer hides, ye stay well away from mine.  Iffin' yer wantin' medical information, ye kin give this a look over, eh?"<br/><br/>Aldritch flicked a small data module Tyla's way from some unseen compartment in her wrist.  "That should be enough scans 'n documentation ta git yer panties wet enough, eh?"