On engineering days, Zina played rock. There was something therapeutic about electronic guitars shredding lines when you were welding, and the cacophonous nature of it helped to hide the otherwise unsettling sounds of drills and saws cutting through metal. Zina had her hair tied back into a high ponytail, hands greased from carefully feeling out any imperfections. She'd been hit with a muse to create some more cyberware parts, perhaps the muse was directly tied to her revenue. Not everyone wanted a custom built, one of a kind, experimental augmented arm that she would design with them (or at least, with them in the same room as her). So she'd better make some limbs to take along with her to the ripperdoc offices. Each one with something exciting to really sell it, and Zina was on a roll. Over the past week she had made three arms and two legs, now it was just time to make some additional hands and feet so she could swap them if needed. Maybe she should create a single arm with two hands, no, a single connection point with two arms.
Zina was a flurry of activity, spinning around on her chair to grab her notebook and drawing with her finger in the 3D projected screen some ideas about mockups, at least for a training arm that would help the neurons train for having an additional limb to control. Zina hummed loudly in excitement, only for half of her vision to be blocked by a security notification. Someone was at her door.
Without even bothering to look at the security camera feed, Zina groaned and switched to the buzzer by the door. "Interruptions! What is it with you people and interrupting me when I'm having a breakthrough?" Zina rubbed her face with her hands, smearing it with some more grease from earlier. Business was business, and a customer at her shop was less time spent milling at the ripperdoc offices. "... What is it?" she asked in a slightly more friendly tone, flicking to the security camera feed.
