"R-Right, just a few last minute things to take care of. Dubs, gimme a hand here, lets mock up my Doberman like a delivery drone real quick. Don't break anything though." With the truck parked out of site, Yuri begins going over everything one last time. "Right, okay. Totally legal tazer, generic delivery uniforms, crates filled with assorted random electronics and such, concealed pistol, fly eye..." A small compartment opens up in one of her cyberhands, and a tiny drone pokes out. "Check, check, check." The joints of her metal fingers pop and flex, extending out as she waves the snake-like appendages around before returning them to their normal state and pulling her AR gloves over them, effectively hiding her hands. "So uh, S-Senpai..." She looks over at Mariko. "Y-You think you can handle any of the needed talking? N-Not that I can't, just uh, you're probably better at it."