Attached— (oh my god, reaching up to touch the body mods affixed directly to her skull,) no, but these let me interface with machines. That's why you ask instead of smashing vending machines that can just be... Talked to, right?

(she is comfortable at this distance and thinks she might stay here. handsome guy; far too young.)

You're speaking Japanese right now, at least that's what the communicator's detecting. Must be some inter-dimensional bullshit, I wouldn't worry about it. (points a manicured nail at him.) At least y'know now, if strangers ask.