She seems at work for the full twenty minutes, and most of the 'fellow' chip-heads seem to wander off, though one or two of them glance at your body before sighing, their standards jaded greatly by better-than-reality expectations.  Last two minutes leaves the dwarven lass - having finished with chips and was quickly modding a simrig to run Hot VR - still focused, moreso now that it's just some meek little catgirl doping up.  She starts muttering something in a language you don't know, before getting back to work, her gaze moving to you every now and then...<br/><br/>And then the 'chip' time would run out...