<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/633679259508015124/634824853941387274/image0.jpg)</div>Kae looked completely out of place in the low budget waiting room, hair neatly done up and swept into graceful curls and black ribbons laced through the back of her hair in little bows. Her clothes looked expensive, a fine leather jacket and a figure hugging bustier with straps tied to a studded collar were the sort of fancy fashion you'd expect in a nightclub and not a waiting room.<br/><br/>She also didn't seem to be injured in the least, ears happily wiggling as she tapped her knee and waited for herself to be called. The company had mandated she have a check up every month to make sure she hadn't gone off scripts or worn her muscle fibres and she kept up the routine diligently. They'd cut corned by going to Varya rather than a full comp one, but Kae didn't mind. Varya was very good at her job and didn't give Kae any trouble, she probably quite enjoyed easy, regular money too and the girls Kae sometimes brought along when she was dating, who didn't realise that dating Kae also meant becoming a part of her routine when she could fit them in.<br/><br/>She'd left her equipment at home, there wasn't really a way to carry her things around without causing a panic and anyone wishing to bother the kitty synth soon learned that she didn't need a weapon to twist them into pretzel.<br/><br/>She'd found the coolest spot to sit of course, which meant she was right next to Joe when he moved to hog the AC. She frowned a little at the asymmetry the cut gave his face, because he looked quite nice otherwise. Still she knew better than to be cruel to people about their looks, choosing to focus on the positive instead.<br/><br/>"Is that a monoedged blade?" Kae says, tipping her head towards Joe. "They're so pretty. I love how finely balanced they have to be, the concrete cutters I used to use always left a rough surface and they'd never let me sand it down to get it nice and neat. Does it keep an edge long?"