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[A rather severe looking man in a black turtleneck addresses the network, oddly calm for someone who has just found out that his world was destroyed. He's a bit battered, having spent only a few moments on dressing and a hasty cleanup before heading for the nearest network terminal. There's quite a bit of dust in his hair, along with bruises and faint smears of what might be blood on his face and neck.]

My name is Howard Link. If there are any members of the Black Order present, please state your status and location. Anyone familiar with the facility, I would request your status as well. [Because last he checked? The station was pretty broken. Or well on it's way there, at least, and if he was pulled to this place? Well, there have to be others here.

He hesitates for a second or two before speaking again, glancing down briefly at something near the floor.]

... If there is anyone here familiar with the construction or repair of mechanical prosthetic limbs, please contact me at your earliest convenience.

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Eve is the Queen of Nasod. She could reconstruct the limb from scratch if you required.

[... Well, that sounds promising. Perhaps he should give the linefaced Queen a chance.]

When would you be available to assess my leg? I have a prosthetic from below the knee, and the ankle seems to be damaged. I can't rotate it at all.

Eve is... unoccupied, currently. [She hesitates. It's not entirely true, but... no, for the purposes of this exchange, she was unoccupied. She quickly recollects herself.] Any time is fine. Eve does not expect this will take long.

If it is heavily damaged, Eve would not mind coming to you. Otherwise, the fifteenth floor is where she usually works.

I can still walk. [Not looking forward to the idea of handling stairs, but he does remember seeing an elevator. Boy, will he be annoyed when he finds out it doesn't hit every floor.]

Thank you. I'll start down soon.

Very well. Eve will wait for your arrival.

[And... that she does?

Whenever he does manage to haul his ass over there, he'll find her sitting in a secluded corner of the workshop floor, surrounded by piles of broken and half-constructed machinery. A pair of small black and white drones hover nearby, fetching tools and materials at her request. It's hard to tell exactly what she's putting together at the moment, but she doesn't seem to be putting much effort into it anyway.]

[It, ah... it takes a little while. He figures out the elevator easily, but going on foot after that slows him down. Also, no one told him that the different levels of the tower are batshit. Floor twenty was a shock, seventeen was just creepy, and sixteen... well let's just say Link looks quite relieved to be on solid ground when he arrives.

The inspector limps toward Eve slowly, his pant leg and shoe covering (for now) his obviously malfunctioning limb.]

Miss Eve?

[She turns, still wearing the best damn pokerface the world has ever known. She might have been a tad worried, though. You sure took your time there. It'd be a shame if she lost out on a chance to examine another world's mechanical work, after all.

She looks him over—the limp is hard to miss.]

... Eve apologizes, she should not have let you walk here. Straining the injury could have caused unnecessary damage. [She waves a hand at her drones, and with a bit of struggling they push a nearby chair next to the workbench.] Please, allow Eve to examine it.

No need to apologize. [He's the stubborn one, after all. Link shakes his head and sits gratefully in the offered chair. He bends over to remove his left shoe and roll up his pantleg. The limb beneath is slim, but well-crafted and strong. It's been carefully maintained aside from the current problem. It looks like the inspector took a really hard landing at some point that jammed up the inner workings of the ankle.]

I can remove it if necessary.

[She shakes her head, waving for her drones again. They prop themselves under his leg without complaint, apparently totally okay with being used as a footstool.]

It should not be, this is how Eve is used to working. [Raven doesn't exactly let her remove his arm, which is probably for the best.] However, do not hesitate to speak up if you are uncomfortable. Eve will try her best not to agitate any connected nerves.

[With that said, she starts poking around the damaged area. Despite saying she would try not to agitate anything, she doesn't seem to actually be trying that hard and goes straight to jabbing tools in there as soon as she locates the problem.]

[Link watches Eve work with no small amount of wariness. He's been very careful with that leg of his since he received it and has never actually had to have any maintenance done on it until now. He sits quietly, though, obviously not in any pain.

Or if he is, he's being pretty damn stoic about it.]

[She continues working wordlessly. If he isn't complaining, she sees no reason to slow herself. It doesn't take long for her to complete the repairs, unscrewing the pieces around the ankle, moving them aside to locate the problematic part. From there, it's a simple enough fix. She knocks out a few dents while she's at it. Boom, one fixed roboankle.

She starts putting the rest of the parts back together, taking her time to look over the handiwork now that her job is done.] Repairs complete. EVE is impressed, your leg appears well constructed. [for something not Nasod-tech]

[Link seems impressed with the pace at which Eve works, flexing his repaired ankle a bit once it's obvious that she's finished.]

It was made for me by a non-human resident of my previous location. He hailed from a planet called Alternia, I believe.

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