The moment Sunshine stepped into the booth, the heavy glass door hissed shut, locking her inside. Suddenly, bright lights began to zip up and down her body like a group of glowing bugs, walking all over her. It tickled slightly, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut as the scanners hummed loudly.
Five minutes later, the lights faded, the booth clicked open, and she stepped out, shaking her head to get rid of the dizziness.
Trip was already tapping away at a holographic screen. "Perfect! Got everything I need. Every hair, every freckle, and even that tiny smudge of grease on your cheek. I'm going to get straight to work on your army, ma'am."
