Crossing the manicured jungle of the foyer, he nodded in friendly passing to the cleaning staff, the guards, and smiled politely to the blonde receptionist. A pretty little norm, tan and bouncy. Emile had scanned her astrally once on a sheer whim and was stunned to discover that she was heavily chromed, with muscles replaced, forearm guns, various cyberblades, and other things that he could not identify. Since then, he always thought of her as Lady Cerberus when he went by.