Spider leans back and guffaws into the air. "You enraged all three major syndicates in a single infiltration of the Lawless Frontier," he spits gleefully. "Well done, renegade. Your reward: a few ontological materials Drifter's Ghost will need. Kitbash her with these, and she'll be good as new." He reaches out, four paws full of glittering, paracausal metals.