Don't worry about it. If anything, we probably have enough food here to feed you.
[But regardless, Shinobu's sitting on her bunk, likely checking her inbox for messages from others when she hears the brief knock at Shellraiser's door. Drawing her attention away from her device, she slightly raises her voice so that it can be heard from outside.]
Come on in.
[Even if she doesn't come to the door, she still stands up, flattening her skirt and adjusting her scarf to be in the perfect position. Considering both her and Sebastian were neat freaks, Noh-Varr should find that the interior didn't have a misplaced thing in sight
She nods as the other recruit walks in, leaning casually against a wall.]
Hey. [Shinobu supposed that she could have set up one of the collapsible tables up, but she wasn't quite sure of how he wanted to do this inspection of her prosthetic either.] Do you, uh, wanna sit down somewhere? Or do you need me to do something else with my arm?
[ He steps inside when she calls to him. He's wearing the Kree uniform she routinely sees him in, and it's as clean and fresh as it usually is. It's like the grime of the day before hadn't happened.
Her rover, he thinks, is in the image of its inhabitants. Though a party of him had expected Shinobu to be the type to decorate her living space lavishly. Seeing her, he doesn't notice the extra care she's put into her appearance, knowing that 'as perfect as possible' is simply Shinobu's way of being. It's a trait of hers he admires. Everything is posed and arranged, from the rover to her hair. He wonders if it's a counter-balance to her savagery in battle.
Hands migrating to his belt, he pulls out a set of small instruments. ]
We should sit. I want to temporarily remove the plating so I can see the hydraulics, specifically the joints--if you're amenable?
[ It's still her arm. He fetches two stools, adding conversationally: ] Who does your regular maintenance?
[Perhaps if Shinobu didn't come from a world where she was constantly changing residences (to avoid being killed) and was brought to a place where she was similarly constantly being transferred to different rovers, Shinobu would lavishly decorate an area she knew she'd be spending a lot of time in. However, she's so used to not staying in one spot so much that she found it largely pointless to invest her time on appearances. Especially when she disliked staying in the rover for very long anyway.
It'd be obvious which bed was hers – as she really loved the color lilac and wasn't subtle about it – and the cockpit might have a bit of decoration, but otherwise her stuff is just neatly arranged so that Shinobu can move quickly whenever she inevitably got shuffled off to somewhere else.
Though she notices his uniform was pristine and absent of any stains one might expect from the work they all put themselves through, Shinobu also chooses not to comment on it. If anything, it'd be a disappointment if Noh-Varr dared to show himself in front of her in anything but his best.]
I'm gonna trust you know what you're doing. [She takes a seat on one of the stools, lightly gripping the edge with her organic arm while she lifts her right arm up for inspection. Being a solid black in color and going up to her elbow, it'd be easy to mistake the prosthetic for a glove from afar, but it's the shape of the fingers up close that gives it away. Even if they do seem to move as fluidly as a regular hand would. Basically, it's very similar to this.] Because if you don't? I'm not claiming responsibility if you get electrocuted.
[The electricity was enough to negate another assassin's attempt to shock her through a handshake, not to mention her prosthetic sparked pretty badly when she purposely pulled it off to escape from someone's hold; it could be a risk if one wasn't careful with it.]
I do the basic stuff. I don't know a lot, but I know enough to fix anything minor. [But if anything bad happened to her arm, she'd pretty much be screwed. Regardless, her face noticeably eases up as she continues.] Dagger gave me a maintenance kit for it, a while back, so that helps a lot too.
[ Her warning causes his gaze to shift her way, airy and amused. ]
Shinobu. I'm an engineer. Trust me.
[ She keeps talking while he's pulling out his tools, though, and the more she continues the more his brows begin to knit together. By the time she's telling him Dagger's given her a maintenance kit, he's full-on incredulous. ]
You mean you haven't actually gotten your arm checked out by anyone since Ajna?
[ It's a bit like telling your dentist you haven't brushed your teeth in a year. He gets annoyed enough when Edward allows his arm to be damaged, but he doesn't actually expect anything from Edward. Shinobu is a different class entirely--and this is her sword arm! To know that she would put herself in danger over something so easily prevented is outright confusing. ]
Why didn't you just ask Ghost...?
[ A part of it is honest worry. It doesn't show on his face, as he sets to his task with quiet, focused precision, but he likes Shinobu. She's a good fighter, and he enjoys her vibrant attitude. She would, in fact, be fucked if she'd overlooked something and her arm jammed or malfunctioned in the middle of a fight. ]
[While she had learned to subdue her emotions a while ago, the annoyance in her face over his concern was still pretty damned evident. She shoots him a look, akin to what a cat's perpetual expression in life, before aloofly glancing to some seemingly interesting spot no the wall.]
I'm fine. It was rare that I had engineers around, where I'm from. You learn how to fend for yourself.
[She actually could wield her sword with both arms, she just greatly preferred the prosthetic; after getting one arm cut off, she made sure that she could strike just as efficiently with the left in case something else came up. Which was probably a good thing after the time she pulled her own arm off.
Regardless, even if she had gotten a lot more used to working with a team, she still had years of lone wolfing under her belt. Even if Noh-Varr's concerns were genuine, Shinobu took it as a blow against her own competence.]
He has more important things to be concerned about than shit I can do myself.
[If anything, she typically tried to limit the amount of superiors she had to interact with, where possible.]
[ An uneasy silence falls between them as he works, uncovering the dark plating of her arm to reveal the wiring beneath. He knows she feels insulted, but he can't bring himself to feel much sympathy. ]
Flex your wrist, please.
[ It's said quietly, seriously, as he examines the way the mechanism moves along with her. He takes time to inspect the parts, pulling out nothing, mentally noting down how fluid the response time is. Periodically, he takes notes on his datapad. He checks for wear and tear. It's all spotless, though, which is a credit to her. Eventually, he breaks the silence with: ]
You're important, you know. To this crew. To your team. You should work to preserve that.
[ His tone isn't recriminating. He just sounds contemplative, raising his green eyes to her face. ]
I would have volunteered to run maintenance if I'd known.
[ But would she have let him?
He'd actually assumed positively in her case, that of course she was getting her arm checked for damage and defects regularly. It isn't that he thinks she doesn't know how her arm works, it's that in his mind, it's like cutting your own hair--fine if you're doing bangs, but better to have a trained second pair of eyes, once in a while. ]
[While Noh-Varr works on looking over her arm, Shinobu glances toward the ceiling, trying to mentally check herself out of the situation until he was done, figuring it would be best to avoid discussions about a topic she definitely had her mind set on.
She nonchalantly flexes her wrist when he prompts her, sighing a little in the action. However, once he begins conversing again, Shinobu draws her attention toward him again. While she was a little annoyed with him, at the moment, Shinobu would have thrown the other recruit out of the rover by now if she was truly in the position where she was too mad to talk anymore.]
I know. [Her tone remains stoic; not as boastful as one might expect. If it weren't for being a unit lead and not wanting to let Dagger down, Shinobu would be a hell of a lot more reckless in her actions; the CDC gave her what she had dedicated her life to, so as far as she was concerned she really had nothing else to lose. However, it was because she felt honor-bound to the CDC, her responsibility as a unit lead, and loyalty to Dagger that she did actually still want to stay alive as long as possible.] Nothing serious has come up, though, so it's not gonna affect anything. I'm not an engineer, but I'm not a dumbass either.
[Yes, she'd be screwed if something serious did happen, but she'd actually swallow her pride – if it came to that point – and ask for someone to fix it.]
Thanks for the offer, but I've lasted this long on my own. [Shinobu's not actually totally against the proposal, but at the same time she knew she had herself to rely on the most. What if he were transferred or killed in action? Then the next person after that followed soon after? In the end, it was just a hell of a lot easier to teach herself the basic stuff she might need to know to do in on her own, when needed.
After a bit of a pause, though, she realizes that she's being a bit too much of a negative nancy on even her own terms, so she adds a quip. There's no smirk attached to it, but it felt more comfortable resorting to that than to return to an awkward silence again.]
Besides, people would get jealous if you spent all your time with me.
[Jealous of her or him? She'll purposefully leave that open-ended.]
[ Her quip is both noticed and appreciated, with Noh-Varr conceding to the fact that neither of them will change their minds. If Shinobu wants to do her maintenance herself, it's ultimately her prerogative. ]
Mm. I suspect you'd have a lineup at your door.
[ It's his way of returning it, good-natured cheeriness returning to his voice. Perhaps ironically, jealousy and relationship management are topics that have become increasingly relevant in Noh-Varr's life, but he's not about to share that with Shinobu. Their relationship has been as crewmates and battle-brothers, both of which make him inclined to respect her but not to confide in her.
Gently, he presses his hand to the crook of her elbow, using his other hand to motion to her wrist. ]
Palm down, then palm up, please. [ It's to test the rotation flexibility of the arm while the elbow is stationary. Because Shinobu's arm only begins under her elbow, he wonders if this might compromise a full range of wrist motion. ]
You're one of the most efficient fighters here. I'd never call you stupid, Shinobu.
[ 'Reckless', though...he might consider it, if it wasn't so applicable to himself. ]
[It served her just as well to not be privy to that kind of information anyway. While she was one hell of a person to have your back in a fight, Shinobu wouldn't do so well in trying to figure out how to give relationship advice or anything close to the subject; the only reason she was decent at it with Kaname was because she had relevant experience to draw from then.]
You say that like there isn't already. But they can just sit out there and cry about it.
[Following his instructions, Shinobu moves her wrist as instructed. In spite of it being a prosthetic, it actually moves fairly fluidly; it was a necessity when her fighting style involved a lot of articulate movements with her blade. Thankfully, her job as an assassin netted her a whole hell of a lot of cash, which accommodated a prosthetic that suited her needs.]
Good, because there's a bunch of people a whole lot stupider than I am.
[ The crew isn't lacking for fools. Faces flash in his mind, but he doesn't offer any examples. Instead, he re-installs the plate on her arm and removes the one covering her hand; the wiring and hydraulics of her metacarpals is exposed. ]
Drum your fingers on the table. [ And once she does that-- ] Clench and unclench your fist.
[ It gives him a good idea of the mobility of her fingers, and the way the parts move together as she does. ]
Who made this for you, if you don't mind my asking?
[ The tone of his voice is warm and approving: clearly, he thinks they do good work. ]
[Shinobu continues to follow Noh-Varr's directions, maneuvering her hand to show that although the clearly inorganic shape of her fingers might distract from up close, it more or less moves like a regular hand would; for the times she wears a glove, it'd be hard to tell she was wearing a prosthetic at all.
While there were certain aspects of her life she wouldn't tell anyone without knowing them extremely well, the story behind her prosthetic didn't really touch up on that at all, so Shinobu continues on without a hint of hesitation.]
There's this woman that calls herself Doctor Naomi. You'd probably never guess it, looking at her, but from what I can tell? That woman can make pretty much anything. Assuming you're ready to drop the cash for it.
[She built all sorts of lightsabers beam katanas and could apparently make a motorcycle that transformed into a huge fucking mecha on her own; making a prosthetic would likely be child's play for her.]
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[ This is probably the last he'll ask her to do; the rest is taking notes on the composition of materials, angles and calculations on the moving parts and how to adapt them to a taller prosthetic. ]
Sounds impressive. What do you mean, 'not by looking at her'? [ Shinobu did say 'calls herself'-- ] Does she not have the credentials?
[ His tone is light and conversational while he keeps examining her, this time using his tools to pluck lightly at her wiring. Shinobu shouldn't feel any pain, perhaps only a twitchiness in her fingers--the same kind of neurological response triggered by a patellar reflex test. ]
Well. Let's just say that she typically lounges around in lingerie. And has interesting ways she spends her money. [In three years, her breast size increased considerably.] But, I don't really know about her credentials at all, as long as she gets the job done.
[Indeed, as he fiddles with the wiring, the fingers of her prosthetic flex out quickly, her eyes momentarily widening in alarm – out of instinct, mind you – before comforting herself that the situation was fine.]
[ The image makes him snort. ] That sounds--pleasant for her, I suppose. [ He doesn't want to sound lewd, or unduly appreciative. Human sexuality is a hot-button topic, he's come to understand, especially for women--and not one he feels confident enough to tread. ]
Just testing your reflexive responses, you're in no danger. I'm done now, actually.
[ He pulls his instruments away from the inner workings of her hands to re-install the back plate. He takes a few final notes before putting away his instruments. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know, but... [Her response had been a little out of reflex too; she was already over it by now. Shaking her head, she opts not to finish her sentence and instead waves it off dismissively.
Once he's finished putting the plating back on her arm, Shinobu lifts it, flexing all of the fingers again just to be sure Noh-Varr didn't fuck anything up. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in his abilities as much as she was after her own self-preservation here; even an expert was bound to fuck up, every now on then.
However, she found no issue, so she places the hand back to her side after breathing a brief sigh of relief. Standing up, Shinobu leans against a wall as she watches Noh-Varr gather up his tools.]
If you wanna make something good, you might as well look at what's at the top of the line. [That's her way of saying "you're welcome", apparently.] But don't sweat it, just make something that's just as good.
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I'm going to assume you mean the robot arm. Otherwise, I'm gonna be real concerned about what you do in your free time.
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That wasn't obvious?
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Is that a yes?
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Just making sure you didn't want to cut the other one off.
[Granted, she tried to make out with the guy who made her an amputee in the first place, but y'know.]
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
But yeah, that should be fine. When did you want to see it?
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What do you take me for...?
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
A colleague asked my help to build a prosthetic limb.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I've run maintenance on Edward Elric's arm several times, but I've never seen yours, and it's a more modern model.
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That guy can't even make a friggin' spear, I wouldn't trust anything on him to be of decent quality.
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
As long as you don't break it, you can take a look at it.
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He didn't make his own arm, Shinobu. It's actually a decent piece of engineering. Elric's essentially a superpowered chemist.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'm coming over in a minute.
[ He knows which one's hers; they're neighbors. ]
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If he didn't make it, that's probably why it's decent.
[Sorry, but she's not going to stop throwing shade. That shitty spear she saw on him the one time was unforgivable, okay.]
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
All right. Somehow I got the rover to myself, at the moment, so you lucked out.
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Last thing. Do you like chocolate?
[ please take the chocolate he has so much chocolate ]
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No. And you wouldn't be the first guy to try to push chocolate off on me.
[Sorry, bro.]
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It's not personal.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I figured it'd be better to visit with food, and Ghost gave us plenty for the haroombas.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Coming over.
[ True to his text, there's a quick rap at her door a moment later. ]
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Don't worry about it. If anything, we probably have enough food here to feed you.
[But regardless, Shinobu's sitting on her bunk, likely checking her inbox for messages from others when she hears the brief knock at Shellraiser's door. Drawing her attention away from her device, she slightly raises her voice so that it can be heard from outside.]
Come on in.
[Even if she doesn't come to the door, she still stands up, flattening her skirt and adjusting her scarf to be in the perfect position. Considering both her and Sebastian were neat freaks, Noh-Varr should find that the interior didn't have a misplaced thing in sight
She nods as the other recruit walks in, leaning casually against a wall.]
Hey. [Shinobu supposed that she could have set up one of the collapsible tables up, but she wasn't quite sure of how he wanted to do this inspection of her prosthetic either.] Do you, uh, wanna sit down somewhere? Or do you need me to do something else with my arm?
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Her rover, he thinks, is in the image of its inhabitants. Though a party of him had expected Shinobu to be the type to decorate her living space lavishly. Seeing her, he doesn't notice the extra care she's put into her appearance, knowing that 'as perfect as possible' is simply Shinobu's way of being. It's a trait of hers he admires. Everything is posed and arranged, from the rover to her hair. He wonders if it's a counter-balance to her savagery in battle.
Hands migrating to his belt, he pulls out a set of small instruments. ]
We should sit. I want to temporarily remove the plating so I can see the hydraulics, specifically the joints--if you're amenable?
[ It's still her arm. He fetches two stools, adding conversationally: ] Who does your regular maintenance?
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It'd be obvious which bed was hers – as she really loved the color lilac and wasn't subtle about it – and the cockpit might have a bit of decoration, but otherwise her stuff is just neatly arranged so that Shinobu can move quickly whenever she inevitably got shuffled off to somewhere else.
Though she notices his uniform was pristine and absent of any stains one might expect from the work they all put themselves through, Shinobu also chooses not to comment on it. If anything, it'd be a disappointment if Noh-Varr dared to show himself in front of her in anything but his best.]
I'm gonna trust you know what you're doing. [She takes a seat on one of the stools, lightly gripping the edge with her organic arm while she lifts her right arm up for inspection. Being a solid black in color and going up to her elbow, it'd be easy to mistake the prosthetic for a glove from afar, but it's the shape of the fingers up close that gives it away. Even if they do seem to move as fluidly as a regular hand would. Basically, it's very similar to this.] Because if you don't? I'm not claiming responsibility if you get electrocuted.
[The electricity was enough to negate another assassin's attempt to shock her through a handshake, not to mention her prosthetic sparked pretty badly when she purposely pulled it off to escape from someone's hold; it could be a risk if one wasn't careful with it.]
I do the basic stuff. I don't know a lot, but I know enough to fix anything minor. [But if anything bad happened to her arm, she'd pretty much be screwed. Regardless, her face noticeably eases up as she continues.] Dagger gave me a maintenance kit for it, a while back, so that helps a lot too.
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Shinobu. I'm an engineer. Trust me.
[ She keeps talking while he's pulling out his tools, though, and the more she continues the more his brows begin to knit together. By the time she's telling him Dagger's given her a maintenance kit, he's full-on incredulous. ]
You mean you haven't actually gotten your arm checked out by anyone since Ajna?
[ It's a bit like telling your dentist you haven't brushed your teeth in a year. He gets annoyed enough when Edward allows his arm to be damaged, but he doesn't actually expect anything from Edward. Shinobu is a different class entirely--and this is her sword arm! To know that she would put herself in danger over something so easily prevented is outright confusing. ]
Why didn't you just ask Ghost...?
[ A part of it is honest worry. It doesn't show on his face, as he sets to his task with quiet, focused precision, but he likes Shinobu. She's a good fighter, and he enjoys her vibrant attitude. She would, in fact, be fucked if she'd overlooked something and her arm jammed or malfunctioned in the middle of a fight. ]
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I'm fine. It was rare that I had engineers around, where I'm from. You learn how to fend for yourself.
[She actually could wield her sword with both arms, she just greatly preferred the prosthetic; after getting one arm cut off, she made sure that she could strike just as efficiently with the left in case something else came up. Which was probably a good thing after the time she pulled her own arm off.
Regardless, even if she had gotten a lot more used to working with a team, she still had years of lone wolfing under her belt. Even if Noh-Varr's concerns were genuine, Shinobu took it as a blow against her own competence.]
He has more important things to be concerned about than shit I can do myself.
[If anything, she typically tried to limit the amount of superiors she had to interact with, where possible.]
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Flex your wrist, please.
[ It's said quietly, seriously, as he examines the way the mechanism moves along with her. He takes time to inspect the parts, pulling out nothing, mentally noting down how fluid the response time is. Periodically, he takes notes on his datapad. He checks for wear and tear. It's all spotless, though, which is a credit to her. Eventually, he breaks the silence with: ]
You're important, you know. To this crew. To your team. You should work to preserve that.
[ His tone isn't recriminating. He just sounds contemplative, raising his green eyes to her face. ]
I would have volunteered to run maintenance if I'd known.
[ But would she have let him?
He'd actually assumed positively in her case, that of course she was getting her arm checked for damage and defects regularly. It isn't that he thinks she doesn't know how her arm works, it's that in his mind, it's like cutting your own hair--fine if you're doing bangs, but better to have a trained second pair of eyes, once in a while. ]
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She nonchalantly flexes her wrist when he prompts her, sighing a little in the action. However, once he begins conversing again, Shinobu draws her attention toward him again. While she was a little annoyed with him, at the moment, Shinobu would have thrown the other recruit out of the rover by now if she was truly in the position where she was too mad to talk anymore.]
I know. [Her tone remains stoic; not as boastful as one might expect. If it weren't for being a unit lead and not wanting to let Dagger down, Shinobu would be a hell of a lot more reckless in her actions; the CDC gave her what she had dedicated her life to, so as far as she was concerned she really had nothing else to lose. However, it was because she felt honor-bound to the CDC, her responsibility as a unit lead, and loyalty to Dagger that she did actually still want to stay alive as long as possible.] Nothing serious has come up, though, so it's not gonna affect anything. I'm not an engineer, but I'm not a dumbass either.
[Yes, she'd be screwed if something serious did happen, but she'd actually swallow her pride – if it came to that point – and ask for someone to fix it.]
Thanks for the offer, but I've lasted this long on my own. [Shinobu's not actually totally against the proposal, but at the same time she knew she had herself to rely on the most. What if he were transferred or killed in action? Then the next person after that followed soon after? In the end, it was just a hell of a lot easier to teach herself the basic stuff she might need to know to do in on her own, when needed.
After a bit of a pause, though, she realizes that she's being a bit too much of a negative nancy on even her own terms, so she adds a quip. There's no smirk attached to it, but it felt more comfortable resorting to that than to return to an awkward silence again.]
Besides, people would get jealous if you spent all your time with me.
[Jealous of her or him? She'll purposefully leave that open-ended.]
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Mm. I suspect you'd have a lineup at your door.
[ It's his way of returning it, good-natured cheeriness returning to his voice. Perhaps ironically, jealousy and relationship management are topics that have become increasingly relevant in Noh-Varr's life, but he's not about to share that with Shinobu. Their relationship has been as crewmates and battle-brothers, both of which make him inclined to respect her but not to confide in her.
Gently, he presses his hand to the crook of her elbow, using his other hand to motion to her wrist. ]
Palm down, then palm up, please. [ It's to test the rotation flexibility of the arm while the elbow is stationary. Because Shinobu's arm only begins under her elbow, he wonders if this might compromise a full range of wrist motion. ]
You're one of the most efficient fighters here. I'd never call you stupid, Shinobu.
[ 'Reckless', though...he might consider it, if it wasn't so applicable to himself. ]
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You say that like there isn't already. But they can just sit out there and cry about it.
[Following his instructions, Shinobu moves her wrist as instructed. In spite of it being a prosthetic, it actually moves fairly fluidly; it was a necessity when her fighting style involved a lot of articulate movements with her blade. Thankfully, her job as an assassin netted her a whole hell of a lot of cash, which accommodated a prosthetic that suited her needs.]
Good, because there's a bunch of people a whole lot stupider than I am.
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[ The crew isn't lacking for fools. Faces flash in his mind, but he doesn't offer any examples. Instead, he re-installs the plate on her arm and removes the one covering her hand; the wiring and hydraulics of her metacarpals is exposed. ]
Drum your fingers on the table. [ And once she does that-- ] Clench and unclench your fist.
[ It gives him a good idea of the mobility of her fingers, and the way the parts move together as she does. ]
Who made this for you, if you don't mind my asking?
[ The tone of his voice is warm and approving: clearly, he thinks they do good work. ]
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While there were certain aspects of her life she wouldn't tell anyone without knowing them extremely well, the story behind her prosthetic didn't really touch up on that at all, so Shinobu continues on without a hint of hesitation.]
There's this woman that calls herself Doctor Naomi. You'd probably never guess it, looking at her, but from what I can tell? That woman can make pretty much anything. Assuming you're ready to drop the cash for it.
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Sounds impressive. What do you mean, 'not by looking at her'? [ Shinobu did say 'calls herself'-- ] Does she not have the credentials?
[ His tone is light and conversational while he keeps examining her, this time using his tools to pluck lightly at her wiring. Shinobu shouldn't feel any pain, perhaps only a twitchiness in her fingers--the same kind of neurological response triggered by a patellar reflex test. ]
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[Indeed, as he fiddles with the wiring, the fingers of her prosthetic flex out quickly, her eyes momentarily widening in alarm – out of instinct, mind you – before comforting herself that the situation was fine.]
Geez, careful with that.
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Just testing your reflexive responses, you're in no danger. I'm done now, actually.
[ He pulls his instruments away from the inner workings of her hands to re-install the back plate. He takes a few final notes before putting away his instruments. ]
Thank you, again. I really do appreciate it.
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Once he's finished putting the plating back on her arm, Shinobu lifts it, flexing all of the fingers again just to be sure Noh-Varr didn't fuck anything up. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in his abilities as much as she was after her own self-preservation here; even an expert was bound to fuck up, every now on then.
However, she found no issue, so she places the hand back to her side after breathing a brief sigh of relief. Standing up, Shinobu leans against a wall as she watches Noh-Varr gather up his tools.]
If you wanna make something good, you might as well look at what's at the top of the line. [That's her way of saying "you're welcome", apparently.] But don't sweat it, just make something that's just as good.
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