"She's one of them, yes," Teja said, then shook his head. "She left behind a legacy, though, and a copy of her video. I keep it under lock and key. I wonder if it'd work now that she's gone, or if it'd simply play back the video without transmitting a virus." He shook his head as soon as he realized it might be taken as an unspoken dare. "It's not as thrilling to watch as you'd expect. It's visceral, but it's like seeing someone else's thoughts. Because that's exactly what it is. Memories and thoughts, transmitted onto a screen. But yeah. She would have been able to do what your surgeons back home did for you with barely a bat of her eyelashes." He smiled once their number was called from the counter and a large paper bag was slid into reach. He picked it up and nodded. "Let's get to the 'haus before the monsters start coming out. I here they've been popping up again, and I really don't want to have to use my sidearm in public tonight."