Your mind was muddled as the aides escorted you to the infirmary. Still, scattered memories were here and there -- particularly, the part of the mission where three of your prosthetic arms were torn apart from a stray explosive.

Faust was quick to visit you after the fact.

"As your office representative, I am obligated to have a hand in your recovery process," Faust announced. "If you have insurance, it will cover all monetary expenses. If it does not... I suppose the MultiCrack Office will subsidize the rest."

"It was only a predictable outcome. Your previous limbs were of the... weaker variety," she conceded, gesturing to the mess of metal and wires on your shoulders. "I cannot fault you for this accident."

Despite her subtle insult, she seemed to have only good intentions for you. A ghost of a smile played at her lips as she crossed one of her pairs of arms.

"Hm... This should be taken as a lesson to listen to my advice about prosthetic models. Don't you agree?"