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[re_mybrains]

"--No, I'm fine.

"No, seriously, I am perfectly happy with my current body. Form. Whatever.

". . . Well, okay, yeah, the big smashy claw is kind of awesome. --But  mean, no, I'm fine.

"Well, okay, I'll take a look at it."

Tom takes his copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, Our Cybernetic Arms, only a little dubious, and starts for a chair -- and turns around

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[acts_of_gord]

The book gets a mildly curious look before Gordon realizes who's reading it.

"I'm not sure I ever got to thank you."

[re_mybrains]

"Hn?"

He looks up from a page detailing the most appropriate way to mesh muscle tissue and titanium.

"Oh! Hey. You look a hell of a lot better."

[acts_of_gord]

"Nita does good work," says Gordon. "I'd still be in the infirmary if it weren't for you getting her. Thank you."

[re_mybrains]

"Hey." He shrugs. "Been in the hellish combat situation, done that, got to collapse in here. Though I've never gone for more than a day straight. Anyway, I'm glad I could, y'know, pay it forward. Want to sit?"

(Tom's a little on edge tonight. It makes him babbly.)

[got_red]

"I'm supposed to tell you my girlfriend's going to dismember you herself if I don't come back alive."

He gives him an apologetic sort of smile.

[re_mybrains]

". . . That seems fair."

[got_red]

"I don't think she was serious, but she's not one to underestimate."

He smiles a bit.

"Got your message."

[re_mybrains]

"Oh, yeah? Good! That's good."

Tom is a little on edge.

"So what, I should take my chances with the zombies?"

. . . When Tom is on edge, his brain-mouth filter disappears.

[no_sin_but]

Marlowe, as previously stated, has a little problem with curiosity. So, after a minute (which is mostly taken up by Marlowe attempt to find her center of balance before walking over), Tom gets a brown-haired, one-eyed woman in black at his table, left eye bright and expression curious.

"'Big smashy claw'?" She says, voice soft and British.

[re_mybrains]

He looks up, blinking (and attempts not to stare at the eyepatch).

"Hn? Oh. One of the . . ." He waves a hand vaguely. "Thingies Bar offered me. It had a smashy arm and a saw arm. I've gotta admit, it looked kinda cool."

[no_sin_but]

Amused,

"Hence the book?"

[re_mybrains]

"Apparently? I dunno. I've been here, like, a year and I've managed to not get turned into anything. I'd kinda like to keep it that way."