"Enhanced ... that's that Gigan thing, innit? Where they take people and 'improve' them?" He frowned. "Can't see the point. It's just asking for trouble." Rincewind, after a brief deliberation, settles onto the ground next to her. He rests his back against the broad side of the Luggage. He raps his knuckles against the lid a couple times and the Luggage yawns obligingly. Rincewind hooks his arm over the lip and blindly fishes for something.

"Why would they want you? Do you have a history with Gigas?"