"We can do that. Figure out where the organic ends and the bio-mechanics begin." His hands were itching to investigate. There were few things in the universe that interested him more than this stuff. He had soul-deep respect for androids and robots and anything of that nature. They made sense to him.
"There may be a component in your blood that accelerates healing. Whether magical or nanite technology." In this place, he felt that answer might be more complicated. He doesn't react to her removing her shirt. Not only because she was a woman, but because he truly did respect this process enough to remain clinically detached and professional. This was a vulnerable spot for her and he had no interest in making some poorly timed joke to diffuse the tension. Some things just needed to breathe.
That itch gets deeper. He was eager to explore her body, to understand it, his mind already snapping together. He finally approaches her and rests a warm palm in the middle of her back. It's a silent gesture of comfort. He did understand what he was complimenting her with. She was beautiful.
"All right," he says, tilting his head to look down at the seam. He doesn't move to touch it. She clearly needed a moment. He idly rubs the spot between her shoulders like he used to with Roxy when she was feeling sick after drinking too much.
"I might examine your body for a less invasive way to open you if that is okay. Theoretically, most machines are designed to be fixed or adjusted when necessary. If you don't have one, I can install one so that this is an easier process for you in the future." But he pauses, frowning. "If you would rather I just stick to the prying method, that's cool too."
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"There may be a component in your blood that accelerates healing. Whether magical or nanite technology." In this place, he felt that answer might be more complicated. He doesn't react to her removing her shirt. Not only because she was a woman, but because he truly did respect this process enough to remain clinically detached and professional. This was a vulnerable spot for her and he had no interest in making some poorly timed joke to diffuse the tension. Some things just needed to breathe.
That itch gets deeper. He was eager to explore her body, to understand it, his mind already snapping together. He finally approaches her and rests a warm palm in the middle of her back. It's a silent gesture of comfort. He did understand what he was complimenting her with. She was beautiful.
"All right," he says, tilting his head to look down at the seam. He doesn't move to touch it. She clearly needed a moment. He idly rubs the spot between her shoulders like he used to with Roxy when she was feeling sick after drinking too much.
"I might examine your body for a less invasive way to open you if that is okay. Theoretically, most machines are designed to be fixed or adjusted when necessary. If you don't have one, I can install one so that this is an easier process for you in the future." But he pauses, frowning. "If you would rather I just stick to the prying method, that's cool too."