[i]"Fine, racist. Lay down." [/i]

[i] She does as indicated, resting her arms at her sides and eyes on the ceiling. The sooner she could be done with this, the sooner she could get back to plotting her vengeance on the one who'd done this to her. [/i]

[i]The Techno-Cowboy got to work on his job of augmenting the stranger, as a black wave of nanomachines swarmed over a mask, bringing it over to Eve as it was placed over her mouth. Soon her vision faded, and she drifted off into a miasma-induced sleep brought on by anaesthetics. When she awoke two and a half hours later, the Marshal had been done for a few minutes and the mask was removed when he did, the spare anaesthesia in her system keeping her asleep for a couple of moments. He was washing his tools, and as Eve awoke, she had noticeable changes to her body. The synthetic and real limbs looked completely identical on the surface, her skin squishy and hot as the other arms were, with the same colour due to her internal heat and the skin being replaced with a layer of shock absorbing gel beneath a rubberized coating of skin. [/i]

[i] She blinked a few times, sitting up and looking down at her previously metal limbs, now not being able to tell the difference between the real and fake ones. Her face didn't betray it, and she'd never say so..but it was impressive. [/i]

[i]"Since your comrades said money ain't an issue, I'll trust y'all. If your people lied, I'll reclaim your augs. Thirty five grand." [/i]

"What'd you do?" [i] She questions, not so much as flinching at the number. Obviously they'd been serious.[/i]

[i]Soon her HuD flashed as data was transmitted manually, giving her a complete list of the augs I PM'ed you. [/i]

[i] She blinked, the fact that she had a HUD now was slightly disorienting. Running through the list of them, she flexed her different limbs, deploying the weapons and putting them away. [/i] "They weren't joking..you are good." [i] A compliment, probably the only one he'd get from her. [/i]