"Kid when I was running, it was bad form to ask about somebody's cyber in general, you either figured it out or didn't know. Plus, lots of folks kept them concealed or covered, then there were the ones that had them, uh, 'creatively installed,' you really can't unsee stuff like that, so you didn't ask."
Blackeagle looked at O'Connor admiringly, "My, what a charmer. No, if I remember right, you can expect those memories to remain gone, like magically induced hangover."
The Amerind finishes packing his gear, "You can take it that way, but you are probably wrong, I don't think I have driven it five times since I picked it up, and it was an antique then. From back when white folks liked stuff named after my people, a Grand Cherokee."
Blackeagle holds out his pack, clearly expecting one of you to take it for him.