Circuit 19 [Progress?] (Audio//English)

[lfetimewarranty]

[The comm clicks on, with no voice for a moment, as if the person is fumbling. And then Rfena speaks.]

Jinx, how is your progress with the arm coming? I would like to see, even if you're not done.

[He might not keep working, if she can tell the technology is incompatible.]

And... Vash? I heard you had returned. [Possibly dead.] How are you doing?

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[standardpackage]

Already? Ya, can't be serious, Sweetheart. Th' types a' materials an' tools that I need fer yer type a' technology aren't available here.

[He pauses to glance at the unfinished arm.]

Actually, th' last time I've seen anythin' close ta' what I could use was back in Haven.

[lfetimewarranty]

If they are not available here, logically one would assume they won't show up again.

[She's not disappointed just... curious.]

Do you think you can fashion one, or would it be hard to produce an arm of satisfactory use on the boat?

[standardpackage]

Well...it's not that they aren't available here, it's just that I haven't seen any around. Even in th' luggage.

I could make ya' a temporary one from th' one I already got started, but I don't think it'll last too long from th' signals that 'll be passin' through it. I could make ya' a new one every once in a while, though.

[lfetimewarranty]

Needing a new arm every so often could be... troublesome. I have heard the ships doctor or engineer can fashion arms if they need to.

I would like to come look at your arm at least. If you could fashion one to use in the interim for now, that would be lovely.

[standardpackage]

Got it, Sweetheart. Just come whenever yer ready. Door's open.

[She will find Jinx sitting at his desk, a screwdriver in his mouth, tinkering with a very well made arm. He's a bit upset that something so well made isn't going to work out. The arm looks a bit like This ]

[lfetimewarranty]

Thank you. I will be there momentarily.

[And a few minutes later there she is. She knocks once before entering, approaching Jinx.

She takes a moment to take stock of the arm.]

That is quite well made. [Maybe not as good as her technology, but if not for the fact it won't hold up long, she'd stick with it rather than the crew-arm.]

[standardpackage]

[Jinx doesn't move when Rfena approaches. He seems to be talking to the arm.]

Thanks. I just hoe it'll hold up long enough fer ya'. I think that I should install this baby. Th' open wires are a bit sensitive ta' abrasion an' I don't want all this hard work ta' go ta' waste.

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[That's fine, she's a bit acquainted with eccentricities at this point.

She moves to sit near him, already working on pulling out the wires she'd tucked into the cavity.]

I can assist in connecting each pertinent wire. And I will endeavor to protect it while I am using it.

And I will contact the crew as soon as I can.

[standardpackage]

That'd be great, just match 'em to the colors here an' I'll close 'em up.

[He positions the arm next to Rfena then pulls out his lighter.

He glances up to his patient.]

Hey, it's th' closest thing I can get ta' a solder 'round here.

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[She does as he asks, and then does a double take at the lighter. Fortunately, she smiles after a moment, and reaches into a jacket pocket to take out a solder; a jimmy-togethered one, but a solder all the same, and hands it to him.]

I thought this might come in handy. It's a gift from a friend who isn't here anymore, but you'll probably find use in it.

[standardpackage]

Thanks, now ya' won't have ta' worry bout settin' ya' on fire er anythin'.

[He replaces the lighter and grabs the solder. It actually looks pretty damn well made for being homemade.]

Do ya' feel pain, Kid?

[He touches the first set of wires together and expects Rfena to mimic him.]

[lfetimewarranty]

I would prefer to remain unburnt, yes.

[She puts the other wire to the end, waiting for him to start.]

I do not feel pain in the classic sense. It registers on my senses as damage, but it does not 'hurt' and will not stop me from moving. I can, however, mimic a pain reaction.

[standardpackage]

[He turns the solder on and touches it to his end of the wire to melt is slightly. He quickly moves it to Rfena's wire to solidify. One down, just a few more and Ref'll be good to go.]

So ya' found someone that can make suitable arms fer ya'?

[He starts on the next one, whether she is ready or not.]

[lfetimewarranty]

[She's ready, thankfully, and holds the next wire.]

Not yet. But the crew has repaired organic arms, and damage to cyborgs, so... It stands to reason that asking them will at least be a good choice.

[standardpackage]

[He merges the last two wires before rolling them in his fingertips to ensure security. Then he looked to his desk for the bolts he had found.]

Ya' sure ya' don't mind if I bolt this inta ya'?

[There's really no turning back now. He already has his drill out.]

[lfetimewarranty]

[She nods after a moment.]

Bolting should be fine. There are no vital systems located at the junction.