It was good I had made an impression, whether it was a good impression remained to be seen.

I gave a jaunty little wave to the crowd. A got a couple of whistles.

"Good show, kid! When's the next act?" I heard Wrekt call out.

"When I have my next volunteer." I could feel a smirk on my lips, despite my attempts to keep my face blank. Strangely I felt more comfortable with the attention than I would have thought I would have.

"Maybe after work!" I heard a woman's voice call out, which started a new round of laughter. A round of higher pitch giggling and catcalling. Was it catcalling if you did it to a man? Maybe it should be dogcalling? Eh, maybe not.

"I'll be around, if you have aliments of the flesh, or chrome rejection issues, maybe I can help. I'm the Medic." Message delivered I turned back to my water. I was trying to seem mysterious but not unapproachable.

I heard a bunch of doubtful chatter. A few hopeful mutters. Well, it might take some time to find takers.

As the mercs started to filter back to their own business, one lady stood out. Mostly for her colorful pink and white small jacket, one of those kinds that's more for fashion than the intended purpose of a jacket. Her dark bodysuit was over tight, and marked her as a netrunner. She had black hair and huge shit-eating grin on her face. Her gorgeous blue eyes with a pink ring were dancing with mischief.

"Un Nya! Has little Rebecca been defeated? Without a shot fired no less." She stood beside the short lady I had just demonstrated my abilities on, and rubbed her back soothingly. She hummed a soft and quiet little tune, into the ear of Rebecca. (AN: Yes, the lewdness of the statement was intentional.)

Rebecca murmured something, "Sho... good... feeling preem." Her eyes were open but they were hazy. She shifted gently before nuzzling back into her arms on the bar.

"You hacked her good, could you do it to someone who can defend themselves?" The new lady had a mocking smile on her face, as she turn to me with a challenge. Her eyes were flashing. Yeah, good luck with that. She wasn't going to find anything to interface with.

"You're making the wrong assumptions, but sure as long as you are at least 20% meat. I can guarantee this result, less than that is iffy but still possible. But the pleasure is a side effect, a fringe benefit if you will." I made sure to look her in the eyes and kept my hands still. She seemed to think I had taken advantage of her friend for nefarious purposes. I could see that. I'd be protective of my friend too if I thought the same.

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"You're 'ganic!" She exclaimed. Her mind started putting things together, because you can't toss a hack on someone without a neural interface cyberdeck.

"One hundred percent." I smiled and gestured to Harry to refill my glass. "Make it a double." I said as he came over and poured the good stuff. I looked a question at my interrogator. She nodded. "One for the Lady."

Harry nodded and poured another glass.

"You're gene modded? And obviously wealthy." She stared the glass of water.

"I have money. It's not why I want to help folks." I ignored the gene mod question, which was going to be my strategy on that topic going forward. People will probably come up with all kinds of crazy stories about it.

"Help, is that what you are doing?" She got Rebecca settled into the next stool down and moved her drink in front of her. Then she plopped down next to me.

"You want to see what it's like to be healed?" I asked once again maintaining eye contact. Not that that was a chore, she had great eyes. I offered my hand.

"Healing?" She tentatively took my hand, as if she was afraid it would shock her.

"What did you think I was some kind of pervert?" I asked as I pulsed mana into her. I made sure to go slow, and not to get so focused on her that I wouldn't notice the room.

"Nyaa! It h-had c-rossed my m-mind! Auah!" She grit her teeth, trying to resist how the energies coursing through her made her feel.

"It's sad to be so misunderstood." My tone was soft and mocking. I found a fairly recent bullet wound in her chest, I saw no reason to leave the scar tissue there and cleaned it up.

She gasped, "What?! Ahn, Nya!" Yeah, she felt that.

Hmm, I thought I had made my point pretty well, so I pulled back and let her down slowly. I didn't want to knock her loopy like her friend.

"Well, how was that?" I asked.

She tried to get control of her breath. She looked at me with wide eyes. I'd say her mind was struggling to catch up with the moment.

"A-maz-zing!" Her body shuddered as she stretched. It was a very nice view.

"I'm the Medic, and I'm looking for a crew, failing that work here and there."

"Why not start a clinic? You'd be a hit." She had begun to pull herself together.

"Don't want to stay in one place too long, nor the hassle of running a business. Again I don't need money, I need a network, connections, favors, people I can trust, maybe even some friends." Maybe I was oversharing, but I had a good feeling about these two. Even if some of it was from how I thought they were quite adorable.

"Well, I can put in a good word with my crew if you want." She noticed that Rebecca was starting to come out of her fog. "You okay, Chibi?"

"Who are you calling Chibi, Whiskers!? I'll show you who's short when I shoot out your kneecaps!" The small lady was suddenly full of fire and vinegar. She had a pistol out and already going low.

"No iron, Becca! Or I'll kick you out again." Harry yelled from where he was serving a new group their drinks.

"You ladies are old friends?" I noticed Rebecca's pistol, which was heavily modded, disappeared quick.

"Yeah, we've run together a while now. Why'd you ask?" The short lady was the picture of innocence now, as if violence was the farthest thing from her mind.

"He's looking for a crew." The dark haired lady answer while poking Rebecca in the cheek.

"Hmm, what do you think Sasha? Would Maine take him on?" She sounded excited.

"Would I do what, now?" A deep voice came from behind us.