Mir remained silent, her eyes and the top of her head covered by the heavy helmet she wore to protect her crude vintage cybernetics. Her suit was similarly devoid of markings, though embossed on the helmet, paint long ago chipped away, was the symbol of a fallen regime-the hammer and sickle of the USSR.

Despite the fact that this frail woman clung to Lori like an invalid, there was no doubt a certain power in her. A power that was not perhaps unknown to one like Viktor-a strength of will. She had no visible enhancement save that helmet-but it's mere proximity to the seat of thought hinted at her role.