Lavinia stepped off the stool, as if to follow X, but just as she shifted her weight to the floor, energy flowing to the armor to support her frame, the lights contained within her ears flickered out, and suddenly, without the protective effect of the implants, the sound set down on Lavinia like a hammerblow. She stumbled, tripping and falling to her knees, feebly attempting to block out the noise. She clamped her eyes shut, letting out a small whimper, and a film of tears covered her eyes for a moment.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
