Ryder scoffed at Xavier's response, turning around and looking at him with a marginally unamused look. [color=00ffff]"I wasn't born yesterday. Is doing DNA tests on me and running MRIs to look at cybernetics you can't poke at your definition of "avoiding further discomfort?" Or did you just think I didn't know about [i]that,[/i] too?"[/color] Ryder tipped her hand, to prove a point more than anything. She knew more about what they were doing than she let on, even more so than what she had screamed into Xavier's subconscious by trying to scare the shit out of him. While she pretended to be out cold, Ryder had physically listened to their conversations through speakers in electronics. Their phones, microphones in computers, [i]everything[/i] that could make a machine hear things was an extension of her senses.

But there was also the admission that Ryder knew about the tech rooted at the center of her brain, too deep for anyone without outlandishly advanced facilities to even consider embedding in someone's brain without leaving them in a vegetative state. [color=00ffff]"I'm not sure what your definition of "comfort" is, but I know damn well mine doesn't involve [i]DNA tests[/i] when people [i]think[/i] I'm out cold. So you're both gonna have to try a little harder than that if you don't wanna seem like massive fucking hypocrites."[/color]