"You don't really get that here, either. Most of the time when someone's fucked up enough to be crippled, they just die. Artificial limbs and organs aren't even really discernible from the real thing if you have enough money." So yeah, don't expect to not get stared at. She sighs. "So you're either a curiosity or everyone thinks you most be a beggar from D4 since they can't afford anything."

Wrath's eyes light up the minute she has the stick. She recognizes the heft. "Nice!" She points it toward the floor and releases the sheathe, catching it in her hand. She draws the blade from there with the fluid movement of someone who has done that countless times. "Too long for me, of course." She grins. "But this is some good work. Wow!"