The silence that followed the revelation was absolute, broken only by the soft, mechanical sigh of the Ghost's respiratory system.
Then, the dam broke.
"A woman?!" Emma blurted out, her voice an octave higher than usual. She leaned in, peering at the pale face. "All that trouble, all that 'I am a precision instrument' talk, and it's just… a lady in a really mean suit?"
"Your profound lack of perspective is, as ever, breathtaking," Veronica deadpanned, though she too was staring, her sharp eyes missing no detail. "It's not 'just a lady.' It's a horrifically modified human being turned into a killing appliance. The aesthetic, however, is… needlessly dramatic."
