The best part of letting Izu see the editing is that with a little math (which the agent does pretty quickly) is that everyone in the room knows that they'll be getting out in roughly two hours give or take a half-hour.  Depending on how much on schedule the final transfers are.<br/><br/>The bad part is that Izu's commlink is not working (and so it get tosssed into the corner), and that the differences between normal skin and bioware-enhanced sensitive skin can be a whole lot when you're not expecting to be patched into a full sim-sense experience. Between the embarassment of hearing the Johnson's johnson get serviced and the unexpected sensation overload, the elf's quickly reduced into a moaning puddle on the floor.<br/><br/>"I. I think I see why you're fine with. Beh-being. N-no clothes," Izu comments as the elf's cyberarm gropes for the connection of the two jacks.