"Ah... neither of us has good luck with limbs hm?" she joked, black humor if there ever was "They were right though; the number, density, and complexity of the deltoid musculature and the various muscle sets in the back make it far easier to attach the limb at the shoulder, even up onto the back itself in some instances.  Otherwise you risk limited mobility and really, what's the point of having a new limb if you can't use it properly?  And I'll pass on the wine; I'm pretty sure it's not kosher..."<br/><br/>A pause, the woman's foot moved up and tapped her belly, just below her breast with her open-toed shoe tip, a softer smile on her face.<br/><br/>"You get used to it." she said, shrugging "Fifteen years later, I think of these no different than my previous limbs.  Time and effort is all it takes.  And if you're not going to drink, I guess I shall... a Hurlg, please?"<br/><br/>The barkeep raised a brow, and Sa'ortra flashed a grin, to which the troll barkeep just shrugged.  Went a tap, grabbed a pub glass, and poured a drink that was... black, with a deep brown head thick as cream, and had the consistency of soup almost.  As it was slid down the bar, Alice could smell -f from quite a distance away - a combination of hops, nutmeg... and what smelled like pure alcohol.  Definitely not a weak little pilsner or anything of the sort.  Yet the cyberlegged woman took it up and drank down a whopping<em>half</em>of it like it was nothing, licking the creamy head from her lips daintily after...<br/><br/>"Now this is a good drink..." she said, then a glance "This means you're driving you know... I'll lead you to my penthouse so we can get the rifle.  It's in Aberdeen by the way."