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[sanomorior]

[A sigh, exasperated.]

Right. Getting this over with.

[She clears her throat, and then speaks with authority, though there's still the film of weariness over her words.]My name is Sycora Novitas. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. Any ill, injured, or infirm parties should report to me. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. If you can'

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[gditsideswipe]

Go get Ratchet. There. That's all the info you need.

[sanomorior]

I am not in charge of picking who shows up here. You want to make demands, go to Deior, but don't expect much.

[gditsideswipe]

Fine. Maybe I will. Because I'm not sending schematics to the first random meatsack who asks.

[sanomorior]

Yeah? Then when you break down, you're on your own.

[gditsideswipe]

Who says I'm going to break down?

[sanomorior]

Odds do. Everybody breaks down sometime.

[gditsideswipe]

Not me.

[sanomorior]

Aw. Stubborn, aren't we? Better treat yourself with kid gloves.

[gditsideswipe]

You're not going to treat me at all.

[sanomorior]

Did I say I was? I told you, you're on your own.

[gditsideswipe]

Good. You couldn't, even if you tried.

[sanomorior]

Oh? You're one of the non-humans then. The metal man?

[gditsideswipe]

The Autobot. Get it right.

[sanomorior]

Autobot. Okay.

In that case, you'll want Dos. The, ah... 'dashingly handsome Helcian'.

You know. Just in case you oh-so-carefully manage to get a chicken stuck in your parts.

[gditsideswipe]

The what?

... A chicken? What's a chicken?

[sanomorior]

Just a really cocky man. He knows mechanics.

Small, flightless bird. Do try to keep away from them, they're delicate in the face of grinding metal.