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[Twisting the little tool just a little further to lock in one of the final pieces, York rocks back on his feet and just surveys it for a moment, lost in his own thoughts for the shortest time before continuing. He's out of his armor, for the moment, finding it was easier to maneuver around in her when he was just human sized. Delicate work was, of course, capable in the suits, but he did have the civilian clothes in there and it was a shame to not use them, after all.
Nudging a few pieces in and placing a metal cover over the wiring, he stands up and rolls his shoulders to get rid of some of the tension, wiping dirty fingers on his equally dirty pants.]
What d'you think, D?
Nudging a few pieces in and placing a metal cover over the wiring, he stands up and rolls his shoulders to get rid of some of the tension, wiping dirty fingers on his equally dirty pants.]
What d'you think, D?