"You, my friend, are the best sister ever," he exclaims, grabbing a slice and some cheese. He settles down to dig in, and looks over the card from Acre. Without thinking, he scratches his metallic chin in thought, making a horrible scraping noise. He winces. "Tell you what, Carol. Your people are crackshots with biotech I'm guessing, what with the morphing powers and whatnot. If you reckon that you can clone me a new leg and jaw to replace these mechanical nuisances, I'll give you whatever you need to steal my ID."