She swallows, bites her lower lip. Surgery is full of blood, but she's not so human right now. A thin layer on a ceramic-metal composite skeleton with a fiber optic spine and a computer in her head.

"I want to know too," she says finally, "I probably shouldn't be carrying my sylladex though."

Because as awesome as being able to pop a gun into your hand can be having it happen during exploratory surgery is bad.