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With a sigh, Tex dumps the final piece of armour onto the ground. She's been working on removing it from the robot the whole night. A tedious job as she didn't want to destroy the robot completely and a lot of its systems were closely fused to the armour. Especially the helmet was a pain in the ass to work on. She gets back to her feet and nudges the breastplate with her toe. She could wear it if she had to, but without any padding in it, it's likely to chafe and scratch her skin.
"Fucking brilliant. I should have asked for my armour when I made this deal."
"Fucking brilliant. I should have asked for my armour when I made this deal."