[i]She gave him a wicked grin as she handed over the container, recognizing Neuropozyme for what it was. Her father had worked for a major industry back home, and one subsidiary company that often worked with them had experimented with chemical augmentations... And she knew how painful they could be. Her augmentations had turned her hair white from stress and pain, and she had once relied on such drugs to cope. [/i] "I'll take your word for it sir. Still, that's a helluva good time in that container." [i]She nonchalantly joked about the drugs, while fiddling idly with a bandoleer strap. You got the impression that she wasn't entirely normal--quirky, perhaps. You wouldn't have expected such a woman to be carrying such a large rifle slung over her back, but looks could be deceiving.[/i] "Where'd you get that jaw of yours?"