"It's not where I come from!" he protests indignantly. "Almost everyone has some kind of Implant." Granted, his is about as extensive as you can get thanks to his time in the Guard, but. He's not granting that right now!!!

His eyes unfocus as he looks into the display generated by his Interface. One hand lifts and moves with practiced gestures as he accesses his biometrics. Then he hooks his Interface off of its habitual position on his ear and converts it with a few twists of his hand to handheld mode.

He offers the palm-sized device his Interface has become to Buttercup. On the small screen is a silhouette of a human body-- well, his body, of course-- with a tracery of lines and a scattering of dots visible on it. The network of wires and nodes that make up his Implant looks almost like constellations within his body.