In truth, she'd meant to do this sooner. Playing the role of Azúcar, getting a decent reputation under her belt, it wasn't meant to last for as long as it did or as...potently, either. But the missions came first, the recovery period ran long, and this time— this time she's ready. Perched and poised in her habitat, comfortably folded up in a corner where she jacks directly into the system.

One hand on the keys, the other buried in a bag of snacks.

"Let's see what you're really made of."

She expects to run into deterrents, defenses; digging beyond the surface level with a needling precision (a cultivated mixture of practiced technical knowledge, cybernetic upgrades and— well, all those nice little modifications Cortana was so helpful in tacking on.