"C'mon, sweetheart, if you wanted to keep your hands on me for a little longer, all you had to do was ask. You know I can never deny you." Orion mused as you worked on replacing his subdermal armor in his chest which was taking longer than it usually did with your other customers due to his chatty nature.

After the CyberShadows Program was dissolved, many of the technicians who'd been able to repair the Shadows, driven by shame and fear of the public's reaction, went into hiding. Their disappearance created a number of jobs and prompted you to open a clinic of your own.

Partially because the money was good and in part because you cared about the wellbeing of the CyberShadows that had been turned loose and left to fend for themselves within the harrowing streets of Grace City.

When you didn't laugh at his joke, Orion groaned, "Look, I already apologized for getting so banged up, didn't I? What else do you need me to do, huh?" He tried to pinch your cheek which you promptly swatted away with an annoyed glare of your own.