"Right, I have everything back in my room, and..." Jordan stops herself, and curses low. "Ako, normally I'd really not give a crap, but... it's you, so..."

"It will be a lot like surgery." No, it will be surgery. "And it's safer if you stay awake. Now, I'm a cold-blooded crazy bitch who operated on herself to install the first replacement arm back when I was eight, but it can be really, really disturbing to you, being... open, and seeing the cybernetic parts inside."

"So, if you want to give it a pass, it's fine. Really." Even if Jordan's unhinged moral compass says it's not.

But Ako is special, one of the few (only?) people she really cares about.