Marissa continued to study both her own body and Alan for a moment before a smirk crossed her lips and her head shook, her arm lowering to her side.  "One minute, I'm fighting HR for the right to stay on as a code monkey, the next i have a pay raise, a job so classified that even I don't know all of the details, the ability to walk again, and a sip from the fountain of youth?  If you tell me that the computer process also nullifies menstrual cramps, Mr. Bradley, then Mrs. Bradley may find herself with some competition."  She gave a small, lighthearted laugh which she hoped would show him that her flirt was more of a humorous attempt to camouflage her confusion than an actual attempt at improper business etiquette.<br/><br/>"Seriously, though...what does ENCOM want me to do?  Is this some new game thing that we are working on?  Or..." she asked, looking down at the chair with a frown.  "...did you just have a theory about the extreme limits correction process and needed someone to test it out on?"  Marissa gave a sigh and bit back the self-pity, returning her gaze to his with a forced smile.<br/><br/>"Either way, Mr. Bradley, I am grateful for having even a few moments of my old life back.  Whatever you ask me to do will be well worth it all.  Thank you."