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Appointments

Try calling ahead next time!

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[Winry gasps a little bit, holds her hands to her face, and gets shiny-eyed when his hand transforms. -It's her thing, okay.]

Wow, that's so cool! I haven't worked with a prosthetic that has a separate power source yet. Does the the cable tap into your spinal chord, or do you not know? Did you have a mechanic back home? Have you done your own maintenance before?

[Oh. He wasn't expecting the enthused, fascinated look - and it's at this point when he registers how young she seems for an expert. If he had to guess, he'd say she's 18, 19. ~~Is he warm?~~]

It does - hooks right up to my central nervous system.

[So he was told, anyway, but he can't imagine why else he'd have a port installed in his back.]

Haven't had this arm fully functional for very long, to be honest. Back home, there were engineers I could go to to sort out kinks, but I haven't run into trouble with it while on the battlefield.

[Imagine all the soldiers who could have a new lease on life with prostheses just like this one.]

[19 is right on the money. Winry, without warning, starts investigating the arm. She twists it (wrist up) to look between all the plating at the wires.]

May I ask how long you've had the arm? What do you think would happen if you were to lose the full forearm - from the elbow down?

[~~Only five years younger than him!~~ At his palm is a circular red light indicating the fuel cell was running strong.]

A month or two short of a couple years, I'd say, but it was on and off. The engineers would have me run through a few virtual obstacle courses and then they'd tweak a few things and fit me with something a little less fancy in the meantime. If I lost my forearm, I'm thinking the wire that lets me fire my hand out would be severed.

[He isn't certain as to whether it would be painful or not, however, knowing he is able to drop from just about any height, land arm-first, and not feel more than a buzz through his shoulder and chest. It helped that his body was reinforced to absorb the shock and endure physical stress better than he otherwise could, though. Or he'd have broken quite a few bones by now. :/]

Interesting. Too bad you don't have a spare so I could familiarize myself with the original. The power source for this type of arm is different than what I'm used to working with, so I can't promise I'll be able to work on it perfectly, but...

If anything ever happens I'll do my best.

Great.

[He nods, gently drawing his arm back - and despite his lineface, he is indeed quite grateful to have multiple people he can turn to when shit hits the fan.]

Thanks for having a look, Miss Rockbell. We'll play it by ear. [He extends his real arm her way, intending for a brief, comfortably firm handshake.] The name's Nathan Spencer.