"Let me see it." Not really a demand, more of a curious request. "Your arm." She managed to sit up again, though sweat dotted her forehead and her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with a little fever. The idea that he'd built his own arm from machine parts was...amazing, and that it worked even more so.
"Please."
Ironically, she wasn't afraid of his proclamation; he'd saved her life, after all. He could have killed her a hundred times over before she'd come out of unconsciousness, but hadn't. And a melding of flesh and machine...that was worth something.
James draws closer so she can take a look at it. It's the best thing he's ever built and he's proud of it, truly, so he's eager to show her the marvel he'd made out of the machine that tried to kill him. The plates whirr a little with a soft noise and he draws close so she can touch it and look at it.
"I've been adding things over time. I can override machines with just the palm of it now - a tool comes out to do it. It's more convenient than the traditional way. I've been working on another weapon to put in it too but I'm not quite finished with it yet."
Her wounds, her quarry, everything else faded away as she gazed with wonder at the offered prosthetic. Green eyes went wide as she watched it move, flexing just like his own muscle would. A quiet whine and whirr came from beneath the overlapping plates, and Talia imagined that there must be small gears beneath it, providing such extraordinary movement and such fine motor control.
She watched him rotate his hand, palm up, and her breath unconsciously caught. "...James," the redhead dimly heard herself say, fascination playing over her delicate features. She lifted a hand, but caught herself just in time.
James has never shown it to anyone else. People are wary of machines, as they should be, and while his people tend to salvage and sell off what they're able to strip none of them have anything like this. He nods his head.
"Please, go ahead. I've never really gotten to show it to anyone yet so it's good for me to be able to actually get to talk about it. I spent a long time building it."
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"Please."
Ironically, she wasn't afraid of his proclamation; he'd saved her life, after all. He could have killed her a hundred times over before she'd come out of unconsciousness, but hadn't. And a melding of flesh and machine...that was worth something.
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"I've been adding things over time. I can override machines with just the palm of it now - a tool comes out to do it. It's more convenient than the traditional way. I've been working on another weapon to put in it too but I'm not quite finished with it yet."
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She watched him rotate his hand, palm up, and her breath unconsciously caught. "...James," the redhead dimly heard herself say, fascination playing over her delicate features. She lifted a hand, but caught herself just in time.
"...may I?"
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"Please, go ahead. I've never really gotten to show it to anyone yet so it's good for me to be able to actually get to talk about it. I spent a long time building it."