[Fingers reach up to trace along where the scar would be at the back of his own skull, a paper-thin mode of mirrored empathy in the gesture. Shockingly pale blond hair has grown long enough to cover it, fingers carding through gold in order to feel the imperfection along his skin, but it still isn't at a preferable length. He's unused to it, and can only be restlessly patient while he waits for it to grow out once more.

A minor inconvenience, but more piled on top of each other, singeing his nerves if the thinks about it overlong.]

Yes.

[Yes, it does, but he can't judge her ignorance. How long did it take for him to get used to this level of technology, this utterly different world divided so far from his own by time and circumstance? By histories that rang familiar and alien all the same?

Settling in line, they have a while yet before they meet the food truck vendor, and so-]

Would you like for me to show you? It took a little experimentation on my part, as well, to figure out the subtleties behind using this implant.