Red's philosophical position was visibly one of captivated interest-- by the time she was showing off the whole set, he was wagging. And he'd have been happy to hear the full story then and there were he not jostled by a creaking lurch from his still-damaged mecha.
He quickly composed himself, reaching into his coat for a new--
wait, where was it... that was strange, did he misplace his case of bones somehow? It was in his pocket when he last--
clunk. An engine panel of the DAHAK's swung open; there was his backup box, at least. How did it get there from the glove box...? Regardless, he quickly fished a fresh bone for himself and popped it into his mouth.
"The good news is, the rest of the damage so far has just been bangs and dents in the body work. But if you can work that kind'a miracle on the DAHAK's arms and fix 'em up before we set off, I'll be in your debt."
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He quickly composed himself, reaching into his coat for a new--
wait, where was it... that was strange, did he misplace his case of bones somehow? It was in his pocket when he last--
clunk. An engine panel of the DAHAK's swung open; there was his backup box, at least. How did it get there from the glove box...? Regardless, he quickly fished a fresh bone for himself and popped it into his mouth.
"The good news is, the rest of the damage so far has just been bangs and dents in the body work. But if you can work that kind'a miracle on the DAHAK's arms and fix 'em up before we set off, I'll be in your debt."