7
“I bought you a new shirt from the fabricator in the lobby.” Janet placed the neatly folded garment on the hospital bed. I watched her fingers twitch on the label, normal-sized fingers, normal-sized nails. “Think I got your size right.”
“Neat trick,” I said. “The claw thing.”
“In-built defensive measure,” she said, forcing a jovial tone. “Only kicks in when my adrenal levels indicate a threat to life. Bit of a drag if you’re fond of theme-park rides.”
“I’ve never seen it before.” My tone wasn’t jovial. “Never seen any splice do anything remotely like it.”
She avoided my gaze and moved away, plucking the med-tablet from the wall to check my stats. “Rapid heal nearly complete. Says you’ll be fully recovered in twenty-four hours. Minimal scarring. There’s an alert icon against your liv
