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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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."