"Heavy lifting, flight, and combat-ready? Bloody hell..." Bad with words she might've been, she knew when a sore subject when it came up. Time to change the subject. "Well. I can tell she was made with love, every weld an' rivet." How to fix that plate... well.

Based on what she'd seen here, probably her 'pet project' wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. She lowered her goggles, and removed one glove while he was busy, revealing brass and steel instead of scale and skin, a glowing orange jewel socketed in the back of a metallic hand- and commenced the process of fixing the dent, heating the metal and bending it back into place "Don't see a mallet... but if you can't find it, I always carry a spare or three. That should do for now, but you might want t'replace third armor plate on't left arm, when you have the time."