"Handlebars, did you get me a plushy?" Spark lifted her arm, sliding it back over her socket, locking it to the steel scapula and shoulder blade that had replaced her own liquified bones. A quick clip of the power connector and locking socket let the arm close around her shoulder as she winced, the nerves reconnecting before she stepped to Ulrix. "Thank you, doctor. I'd like that. No augmentations, please. Just removal of what's installed and restoration. I'd like to be able to claim unaugmented human again."
Stooping down, she picked up the lizard by the armpits, holding him at full extension as she looked him dead in the eye, letting him get a good look at the scar running from chin to throat, the flecks from glass that had shattered, leaving scars around her eye, the same eye that seemed to hide a fierce bloodlust behind its crimson glow, almost as though he could smell the sweat and ozone, earth, blood, and death of her career. Human, and a lady, yes. But far more powerful and dangerous than any predator and warrior of his own clan, wielding weapons designed to be thousands of times more lethal, or worse, maiming to a degree where an enemy's friends would be forced to drag their screaming friend to help she could not give.
She let her shoulders roll back and lock into place, standing straight, as though daring the others around her to stare at that bastion of strength and training.
"The giant woman with childbearing hips is a soldier, little Ulrix. I am bred and built for wars perpetrated by people who would allow worlds to burn just for some mockery of ideal or desire for power. And here I am to offer my foreign expertise to keep you and yours alive. I've trained all my life, taken no augments, built myself by strength of will and body to handle things far more dangerous than even our coworkers. But I like you."