[h2]Charlotte Hughes[/h2]

This wasn't the first time that Charlotte had been in some sort of fancy restaurant; although she couldn't afford to go to them herself, having a particularly unusual Attribute meant that occasionally the rich and famous had wanted to ask some questions--or, in a memorable case, provide a bit of extra incentive to go through with what would be an ethical disaster had anyone else agreed to it. After the first time, the former marine had developed a consistent strategy: eat the bare minimum that constituted a meal, then load up on desserts.

Which notably explained why she appeared to be writing a far too lengthy order out.

Helping out Xu Jian in the "not quite fitting in with the high society" situation was the rift diver's choice of clothing for this meal--rather than the fancy but at least [i]durable[/i] outfit she wore when working, the cyborg had gone for a tank-top and shorts. At least nobody could be under any impression the girl swinging around the massive sword wasn't already muscular.

"Oh, the legs? Prosthetics, and some pretty good ones at that. Better than the originals, feeling, you know. Everything. A few minor hiccups but who really cares about that?"

Well, someone who couldn't undo the damage in a few minutes, obviously.