“Yeah, the stufff is a dense as gold or lead, and three or four times as expensive. But a single wire would do the trick, I teleport with you, a small section of your neck stays behind.” She says with a face. “Not cool. I can’t help you with whatever else is in the collar. Could be a tracker, explosives, a poison injector or shock unit or all of the above.”<br/><br/>At the mention of suntan lotion she blushed again, wrapping her arms around her chest which drew her eyes down to take in her new figure. It was quite clear by her reaction that she wasn’t coping as well as she played at as she sat down on the couch and started to hyperventilate. One moment she was cool professional hero(ine) the next panicking girl.<br/><br/>“Shit! This is freaky man, she’s like hyper vivid in her recall and her body is sexy and her libido is on all the time! And everyone turns her on. I’m losing it trying to deal with the memories and sensations and all of it at once. She’s just..” slowing down she took several long breathes. “Syn is the right name for her, she’s like NOT a nympho because she’s in control but she LIKES sex something crazy and so many of her easiest memories are tied to it.” The blush was back as she tried to calm down. “Most of the time I can focus about the task at hand, getting you out, but then little things like the suntan lotion make me flash on a memory..”