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Yang flexed the arm Ironwood had granted her. It wasn't hers, not really, but she found that she didn't care too much about that anymore. The handicap didn't define her, and now that she didn't balk at the idea of wielding the cybernetic, it didn't inconvenience her, either.

Now, if Neo would stop sneaking up and using her elbow as a bottle opener, that would be appreciated, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

[...]

Yang sighed. "Thank you, Roman." There was a faint pop and a hiss beside her and she looked over in time to see Neo give her a thumbs up, having cracked open a bottle with the use of her arm once more. "I hate you guys."