Sitting down across from her, she sighed softly. This woman seemed to know far more than her, but at least she didn't seem to be taking advantage of her over it. Too many times had people used her, and it was partially why she was in the situation she was in. Her fingers traced the letters carved into the wood, the log-in and password locked into her mind.<br/><br/>"Hemmingway." She spoke softly, looking up. "From a favorite book of my late uncle. He was into the older, physical things like that. How's that for a name?" It was interesting seeing those who could slip into the grid without physically connecting. A little disconcerting sometimes as well.<br/><br/>"For why I am in the debt of Wuxia, I didn't have a choice." She held up her arm a little, gesturing with it. "Something went wrong in a job, and I had to keep on living. I've also had some...bad luck. My life seems riddled with it, honestly." She admitted. "Despite that, I'm more than my appearance gives me credit for." She gestured to a group of rowdy orcs watching the game. "I could take down each one of them bare handed. Now I can do it even better, with this arm of metal and steel." She looked to it again, still not sure about what was happening to her body. Though she was not phobic of cyberware, it was a little unsettling.<br/><br/>"Plus, I have my other uses. But I'm not about to spill my entire life story for a beautiful lady I just met." She teased with a grin.