Hand of Science [Bambietta, Urahara]

Truth be told, there were a lot of reasons that Bambietta had wanted to totally avoid the 3rd Division since the new Captain had arrived, but she wasn't entirely sure she could do that forever. She'd at least had enough info as a member of the penal legion to know that Kisuke Urahara was considered generally dangerous and extremely intelligent, and that was the kind of thing that put her on edge. She didn't really know why, either. It wasn't like she kept her background a secret, everyone knew where she'd come from.

Maybe it was just the idea that someone might actually be able to do something with that info other than just think less of her.

"Excuse me, Captain Urahara, sir? 4th Seat Basterbine, from the 2nd Division, here for our appointment."

If nothing else, she was good in formal situations, and this was something important enough that she was giving it her all, despite any personal misgivings or doubts she might have had. This was something she wanted to discuss, regardless of how difficult it might be, or even if it was an impossible topic.

While it would have been far more comfortable for Bambietta to stand, like it was some sort of defense to have a few extra moments to flee if necessary, she took the seat that had been offered to her. It was the polite thing to do, and besides, she knew she'd be here for a while.

As she opened her mouth to speak, there was a moment of hesitation, and in that single moment all the things that she could say ran through her mind. She could avoid the real issue she'd come here for pretty easily, if she wanted to. Oh, Captain Urahara, do you have any kido advice? That would have been plenty easy, sure. But Bambietta was committed to the path she'd chosen.

"I wanted to know if it would be possible to remove the cybernetic enhancements I recieved during my time with Vastime. I've been pardoned, and I don't want them tying me there anymore," she explained, a serious, almost grave tone to her voice. Of course, she knew the reputation R&D had, and she wasn't an idiot who would simply come in here asking for charity, or who would throw out a request like that without being more specific. "They're supposed to be state of the art, and they're extensive. My spine, some of my joints. I don't know if they'd help with any of your research here, but you can have them. As long as it doesn't kill me, I'm not worried about whatever has to happen."

She could recover from plenty, if she had the time. Medical science was pretty advanced these days, and kaido was hardly anything to sneeze at. The only thing Bambietta was actually afraid of was death, and even that...well, it seemed like sometimes people kept their memories, their personality. She wasn't willing to take a risk like that, but it certainly hovered in the back of her mind. Besides, she was still human. If she died, she'd just come back here, right?

She knew that, of course. Knew perfectly well that something of this caliber would put her out of commission for a while. Bambietta hated that thought, because all she wanted was to be helpful, good at her job. The thought of being crippled for even a relatively short while made the decision harder, but ultimately, there was only one way to go.

"I understand, Captain. I'm not afraid of the consequences," she put forward firmly, nodding in affirmation as she spoke. "Even if I'm only a substitute, this is still my life here. What's even the point if I'm not willing to do whatever I can to see it through?"

Bambietta wasn't the sort to run away from something just because it was difficult. Even something like this would probably be like a living hell for a while, but so what? It wouldn't be any worse than the thought that those implants might just fail her one day, that Vastime could suddenly turn them off, or outright kill her if they wanted to.

"I've been told I'm very bold, sir."

Something of an understatement, if Bambietta was being completely honest with herself. Maybe this decision was just one more mistake she was making by being too confidence, but she could live with that for once. If it did become too much for her, she'd stop. But this life was one she wanted to commit to, whether that was because she really cared or just out of sheer desire to run from the past. No matter what, she was a woman who gave things her all.

"If it comes to that, I'll gladly consider other options. I don't want to push myself so much that I can't do my job anymore. I can't pretend I know half as much as you do about how all this works, and I wouldn't have been surprised if you said it was impossible."

Hell, she'd entirely expected that actually. But she'd asked anyway, because this was something that mattered to her more than anything else. It didn't really matter how terrifying it was, it was better than just not trying.

In almost any other circumstance, the offer of a "full physical inspection" might have made Bambietta uncomfortable, reminded her of her days where her entire life was decided for her and she had no actual rights apart from what she earned. Alternately, it might've just come across as flirting. This, however, was a quite different circumstance than either of those things, and she simply nodded resolutely in response to his request.

"Of course, Captain. Whatever you need to get this handled right, I'll gladly do what I can."

Admittedly, Bambietta knew that maybe this would go nowhere. Maybe this wasn't even a serious effort on the Captain's part, and he just wanted an excuse to get her clothes off or something. She didn't think that'd be the case, but even if it was, it wasn't the worst thing she'd been through, and it was a risk she'd take for the sake of seeing this through.