Sun Kim

We?! Oh man...

Sun ponders at Ian's question for a few moments.

"Hmm...I don't know why I trust you so much, but here goes..."

He finishes off the last of his fries, takes a last sip of shake, and then leans forward, obscuring his hands from all but Ian.

"Ok, take a look at this..." As he speaks, a thin, black wire snakes out from the tip of his right index finger. It looks like it's made of metal, but metal couldn't possibly be that flexible, could it? Or so sharp-looking?

"This and seven of its buddies is why I don't carry a gun with me man. Handy as a garrote or for tripping, and cuts right through everything, like steel."