[Public Library Lobby]

Welp, that clinches it! Spec'll be excoriated before she consents to having more mechanical gizmos fused to her body! Arriving at that verdict was quite a cinch! She cannot sincerely say that she didn't expect that answer either.

"Plat it is, then."

Spec confirms, extracting a compact purse from a hidden inner pocket of her hoodie so that she can pay in cash up front before the salesman can take to questioning her on the transaction or anything.

"How many ounces?"

Spec follows up, gloved hands squarely resting on her ample (for her build) hips.

At the proper angle, the salesman might glimpse a light glancing off of a metal sheet anchored in her left arm.