"Alright Moore, wake up. As you requested, we've replaced your left cornea with one of the artificial ones we shipped in from Earth...Though I'm sure I don't need to remind you, that military project was scrapped for a reason." 

Needle's bored voice interrupted the hazy after-effects of the sedatives, prompting Erica Moore to groan with annoyance and sluggishly lift her hand to her forehead; it felt as though she had just taken a serious beating. Opening her eyes, she immediately noticed that colours were sharper, and every single detail lay before her in stark clarity; Needle stood a good metre away, cast in shadow as the only bright light was focused on Erica, but she could practically count his eyelashes and every stress line on his otherwise young face. 
White hot pain jolted up her back as she sat up and she quickly reached back to feel her spine, spitting out a curse through gritted teeth; however, the pain faded just as quickly and all she could feel were small metal implements, one attached to each vertebrae from the base of her back to the nape of her neck.

"Oh, that'll be the signal enhancers." Needle stepped forward as if to steady her if she started to wobble, "Your reaction speeds are now like a cat's...or at least they will be in an hour or so, when the pains wear off."

"You're a dick." Erica grunted, carefully manoeuvring herself off of the leather operating chair and shuffling over to the tray where her things were being held; she pulled on her tank top, cursing again as her back protested once more.

Needle snorted, moving off to clean his surgical equipment, "I don't get paid to be nice hon, I just get paid to be a good doctor to all you morons who love inventing new ways to nearly kill yourselves for a race."

"You know I have to beat this bitch, this is the final." Erica grabbed her worn combat jacket, venom dripping from her voice; she strode out of the room, ignoring the tired sigh she got in response.

Quickly but stiffly, she made her way up the stairs and out of the underground bunker that served as Needle's makeshift clinic; the streets of what was less-than-affectionately known as Cagetown were cramped and maze-like, but occasionally gave way to small open squares that looked almost pleasant, in the chequered sunlight that filtered through the grates that separated Cagetown from Topside. People congregated in these squares, as it was the only place to breathe away from all the merchants, muggers and cooking smoke. Despite all its flaws, Cagetown was Erica's home, it always had been.
The garage that she had converted into her living space was a short walk away, through the centre market and down towards the docks.