He zoomed in on her face. ‘It’s just a HoloScan,’ he said. ‘The red lines are demarcating your facial tissue, bone density, et cetera. It's marking you to map you. There-,’ he said, placing the Droid on the ground. He pressed a button in his pocket, the remote concealed by the seams of his pants. A slight thrumming noise and the Droid opened. A scan appeared over the green grass of the jungle they were in. ‘Now it can map every thing you do, every biometric step you take through this territory.’
Her eyes widened.
‘I know, scary stuff, in the wrong hands. But here, it's to keep you safe from drug runners as you continue your work.’ He locked a bracelet on to her wrist. ‘You'll be safe-ish. You're not bullet proof, but it should keep you away from dangers plotted on to the GRID thus far.’