"There you are, all stitched—or, well, stapled up." Johann seems to find the joke more than amusing. "So, how are those eyes of yours, hm?"

Jack can't see Johann, but he can most certainly feel his presence in his space. Johann leans in a little, as if he were trying to test a theory before leaning back again.

"How about that offer? It'll only take a moment to collect the goods." There's the sound Johanna getting to his feet. "You can tell me just how much you like your implant removed after I get back."