Kalet's fingers gripped the edges of his cup, rattling the few Harkats he'd been able to scam from passersby.
"Spare some change?" His voice was practiced, and more coins hit the bottom of his cup.
It took some time to perfect the blank stare, even if the milky cataracts of his eyes were as simple as reprogramming. Still, his pride was long since dead, as was his upper level access card, so he played the part and played it well.
The whirring of the gears moving beneath the surface of his organic skin was audible only to him as he shook the cup again.
"Spare some change?"
