Vixen frowned softly, but hid it within a moment, looking over the arm. "I do wish there was a better alternative than cybernetics...They never truly help anyone over the long-term." She sighed quietly, leaning back on the bed and lounging against the back wall. So what if she was a little biased on personal experience- it didn't change the fact that mechanical augmentation had never helped anyone she knew, only made them worse.
"I mean, sure, its your arm, but...with all the routine cleaning and such, as well as the fact that you have a gun with you at all times...I guess i'm just worried that its a bit much."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
