[That's a weird arm. Synthetic, like something the ? No; it's just armored, and... Possessing what appears to be the man in front of her. She looks down, and sees that arm; she looks up, and sees the face of that detective.]

[For a moment, she looks spooked, feels like she's hallucinating, though her outer body might not reflect it; the nail-polish smell of the drink brings her back to reality.]

Ankh. [She says it quietly, more to herself to remember it, then remembers that the guy's right in front of her.] Ohgod, okay, that was weird. I mean, probably weirder for you since you experienced it. Did you? And so... I guess you saw something of mine, too?

[Or of Mr. Sterling's?]