One bird with a large assortment of rather useless training, one AR ego - at least they wouldn't have to worry about hackers, small mercies, and one fury, presumably combat-focused, who did not seem to be residing entirely in reality. And Firewall was being typically close-lipped. This was going to be great, she could just feel it. Jazz folds her arms. The vacsuit's sleeves grate against each other. "Limit damage how, exactly?"