[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.
[ His brows knit together, but it's a smirk that blossoms on his face. ]
Please. Have you ever known me to settle for second best?
[ More importantly, this isn't just any piece of tech. This isn't just a weapon, or just a tool--it's going to be a fundamental, everyday part of a person's living body. It will be all of those things, and more. Seeing Shinobu's arm has only crystallized that fact for him, and he's determined to achieve something great with this project. It's not just his ego and reputation at stake, it's Marco's livelihood and his effectiveness as a team member. Noh-Varr doesn't want to let him down.
He moves to Shinobu's door, ready to make his exit. ] The offer stays open, you know.
[A slow smile spreads across her face as she shakes her head.]
No, I guess not.
[While Shinobu couldn't say that she knew Noh-Varr especially well, she could at least relate on his need to hold himself to a higher standard. Even the slightest mistake was inexcusable, if it were in a field that one should be a master in.
She follows him to the door, shrugging his offer off, but still managing to keep a good-natured expression on her face.]
You just want to get me in your rover, don't you? [After a couple of seconds, she adds:] I'll think about it. See you around.
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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.
[She built all sorts of
lightsabersbeam 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.]no subject
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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Please. Have you ever known me to settle for second best?
[ More importantly, this isn't just any piece of tech. This isn't just a weapon, or just a tool--it's going to be a fundamental, everyday part of a person's living body. It will be all of those things, and more. Seeing Shinobu's arm has only crystallized that fact for him, and he's determined to achieve something great with this project. It's not just his ego and reputation at stake, it's Marco's livelihood and his effectiveness as a team member. Noh-Varr doesn't want to let him down.
He moves to Shinobu's door, ready to make his exit. ] The offer stays open, you know.
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No, I guess not.
[While Shinobu couldn't say that she knew Noh-Varr especially well, she could at least relate on his need to hold himself to a higher standard. Even the slightest mistake was inexcusable, if it were in a field that one should be a master in.
She follows him to the door, shrugging his offer off, but still managing to keep a good-natured expression on her face.]
You just want to get me in your rover, don't you? [After a couple of seconds, she adds:] I'll think about it. See you around.