[Isha never found anything particularly amusing, not with the fact that she's been through a ridiculous amount of galaxy trotting.
She still finds it hard to believe she's back in this game, after all this time, in this state of hers. She's still not even used to the displays literally in her eyes, rendering her sunglasses only half-inert. Isha doesn't like it, not one bit. The arm, well. She could deal with the arm.
The other implants? It's not as if she could tear it out of her own face, now could she? So, Isha does what she always does.
Adapt.
But at the sight of Maias... this is no dream. Q-11 follows at her heels as she settles next to him primly.]
Of all the gin joints in all the world.
[She taps the bar top twice with her mechanical fingers. Her jumpsuit is already looking fashionable: rolled up sleeves and undone just enough to reveal the top of the shirt underneath.]
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She still finds it hard to believe she's back in this game, after all this time, in this state of hers. She's still not even used to the displays literally in her eyes, rendering her sunglasses only half-inert. Isha doesn't like it, not one bit. The arm, well. She could deal with the arm.
The other implants? It's not as if she could tear it out of her own face, now could she? So, Isha does what she always does.
Adapt.
But at the sight of Maias... this is no dream. Q-11 follows at her heels as she settles next to him primly.]
Of all the gin joints in all the world.
[She taps the bar top twice with her mechanical fingers. Her jumpsuit is already looking fashionable: rolled up sleeves and undone just enough to reveal the top of the shirt underneath.]