[A hunk of human-sized metal, huh? No wonder he didn't look eager at the mention of Blood Ministers. It's her first thought as she takes assessment of his weight, and... Well, considering that she can lug like 120kg around and still fight, he's not the worst thing, maybe? Maybe.]
Then you would want to find a mechanic you can trust as soon as possible, ideally. [She doesn't bat an eyelash at his indirect confession of being perhaps more machine than man, as if he's simply told him the letter of his blood type of the Earthly variety. Vampires, onis, elves, a giant rat man... Someone whose body may be more metal than flesh who dons a masked and armored getup that looked suspiciously bug-like going around playing hero is not the weirdest thing she's come across, not by a long shot.
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Ah well. She'll humor him for now, letting him lead the pace, but at the rate it's going, she might change her mind and opt for a different sort of transportation later on if this takes TOO long. Don't want to take all night, yes? And those beasts they left back in the alley COULD fetch nicely on the market, it would be a shame to lose them to scavengers. Not that it'd be too bad even if something like that were to happen, she can probably recoup this easily enough some other night later on.]
Our bodies may be different now, but I doubt vitamin C will help you recover from something like this. You should at least try a balanced diet with plenty of protein. If you want to look like a healthy young man, then of course you should also eat like one!
[It would be a good time to ask questions, wouldn't it? But there he is, getting lectured on diets while also being crutch carried back to his place after an attempt to be heroic spectacularly backfired. Just another night in Trench apparently, at least from the way she seems to be taking all this in stride...?]
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Then you would want to find a mechanic you can trust as soon as possible, ideally. [She doesn't bat an eyelash at his indirect confession of being perhaps more machine than man, as if he's simply told him the letter of his blood type of the Earthly variety. Vampires, onis, elves, a giant rat man... Someone whose body may be more metal than flesh who dons a masked and armored getup that looked suspiciously bug-like going around playing hero is not the weirdest thing she's come across, not by a long shot.
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Ah well. She'll humor him for now, letting him lead the pace, but at the rate it's going, she might change her mind and opt for a different sort of transportation later on if this takes TOO long. Don't want to take all night, yes? And those beasts they left back in the alley COULD fetch nicely on the market, it would be a shame to lose them to scavengers. Not that it'd be too bad even if something like that were to happen, she can probably recoup this easily enough some other night later on.]
Our bodies may be different now, but I doubt vitamin C will help you recover from something like this. You should at least try a balanced diet with plenty of protein. If you want to look like a healthy young man, then of course you should also eat like one!
[It would be a good time to ask questions, wouldn't it? But there he is, getting lectured on diets while also being crutch carried back to his place after an attempt to be heroic spectacularly backfired. Just another night in Trench apparently, at least from the way she seems to be taking all this in stride...?]