"Because I wanted them," Rhys says, shrugging. "I thought it might give me an advantage at work."

And it had. For awhile. His modifications hadn't been able to prevent Vasquez from being an asshole but he'd still been able to step over some of the other employees on his way to being suddenly demoted by Vasquez's stupid face.

"You want to hack me?" Rhys repeats, eyes widening just a touch. No one's ever asked him that. There's been a few attempts here and there for nefarious reasons but no one's asked him. "How do I know I can trust you?"