“𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜!"

➪ She sounds excited behind her curtain. Materials added to the machine to make the body suit or clothing she’d wish to see her in.

➪ It opening and a HUD of sorts glowing around her. A curtain of LEDs suddenly falling around her, and with a mechanical glow, there’s a flash of light behind the curtain. Her clothes have stripped away.

➪ Toned and elegant legs peek from under the curtain but nothing more.
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➪ Having a comrade on the field once more was a thrilling feeling. Being able to put her faith in someone’s potential sent a strong signal through her core.

“𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍."

➪ Eve’s arm hooked around Yingzi's body for a moment. Methodical eyes scanning each movement of the cranes.

“𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎?"

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕?"
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"𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍!"

➪ The two continued to move, close to one another. A delicate dance of twists and tilts of the body. The two ducked down to dodge the massive mound if metal.
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“𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢? 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?"

➪ The edge of her lips would rise, seeing the difference in tone, one moment fighting against all odds then being a bashful young synthetic woman. An almost endearing view.

“𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

➪ A model? A model droid? Those were usually only presented, never active. That was till the drone chimed in at her visible confusion.

“Models were a higher caliber of people. They would wear fancy outfits to show for even more powerful people. They needed to be pretty among other things.”
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➪ The many surrounding scrap yard cranes creak with life.

➪ Some attempting to work as normal. While others drop their crane next to them. Eyeing the cockpit of one of the cranes. A familiar silhouette floats inside. Arms angled and launching attacks remotely. Or at least preparing to.

"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕."

➪ Her giggle would roll with the wind as she refocused her efforts.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔-"

➪ 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘙𝘙𝘙!
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"𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝."

"𝙳𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝."

“𝙸𝚝𝚜.. 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎? 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.."

➪She shyly confesses.

“𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.. 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎."
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➪ It left nothing behind. The roar of the motors and mettalic items being crushed drowned out most sounds.

➪ Her silent assumption was that the mechanic droid had actually managed to fix this machine and get it running. A good sign to show it was at least still up and running.

➪ It felt like an appropriate say.

➪ A hand would brush along the torn suit. Gingerly running fingers over it as they left the debris behind and headed to the next trash heap.

➪ This one sank into the ground. Large metal rollers etched into garbage and tore it apart.
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“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?"

➪ It brings to question the assets of her wardrobe.

➪ Also seeing that she’s human, a hand extended behind her, a small flame was lit in the center of the camp, one that kept warmth in the night time but also worked as a crockpot.

➪ Opening the lid left to a waft of fatty meats soaking away.
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➪ And with it being a tech wear, it will cool in the heat of the sun as well.

➪ Eve half heartedly runs a finger along her cheek with a nervous swallow.

“𝙴𝚑𝚎𝚑.. 𝙸𝚝𝚜.. 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢."

➪ Like a presentation made just for her. It looks like, a poncho, mechanical glow swirling over it once.

“𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝."

➪ The clothing will cover. Hug tight and provide cover when required.
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"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎."

➪ She thinkered with the material table for a while, a few laser cutters and sewing needles quickly working the cloth into a new form of wear.

➪ She swipes it off the table with a glow.
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