[For the first and probably the last time, Lotus looks a little bit sad that Frank is dead. Not that the man himself has stopped existing, but that the passing has somewhat deprived this overgrown puppy dog that can walk on two legs, talk, and drink beer. She elects to distract him.]

I see. Is Rhys actually part of the gang? His robot arm seems like it would be handy for automatically playing instruments and avoiding organic infections.