— anyway." She says gently but playfully and she can only hope that is evident on her features.

— has made if possible. Upgrades should suffice though I'm sure if it came down to it, a completely new body wouldn't be too hard to do. However," she began, taking his hand into hers.

"If we're going to do this together, please, call me Orianna. We are much too familiar for me to be called Miss —

— glances at him with a smile and a few wiggles of her fingers in a wave. She twirls smoothly and then disappeared out of sight.

Laughter rings out and it only takes a few seconds before she reappears walking normally.

"That was fun! You're a natural."

— like. This way and that as if she's searching for something. At first, her arms come in folded close to her chest, a sign of vulnerability, slowly coming back out only to go straight for her head to 'grip' as if she was in pain.

All the while she's backing away and at the final step she —

— fade, her fingers subtly move, instructing him to take some steps back while she makes her final, impromptu flourish.

Her arms are thrown out wide and her body at first is rigid as she moves backwards then she starts to sway back and forth mimicking what she thought inner conflict would look —

— to ghost around his arm or his face. She's careful to keep a safe enough distance and make sure he can see exactly where her hand is; she didn't want to somehow trigger anything.

She has to wonder if it felt natural to him and that's a question she'll ask later. For now as the music begins to —

— Inside she was practically jumping for joy. It's been too long since she's danced especially with someone else. The brooms can only do so much and her poor father can't move like he used to.

Silco would find out that the more he moved the easier it became. Fingers will brush past him only —

— time to dedicate to her form, once awakening and getting her bearings she poured her heart and soul into it.

It is a passion she wants to share with everyone she can.

Orianna is very much into the role as she moves, ebbs and flows with the music all while keeping a neutral expression. —

— on her.

“We really can make a difference together..” she began quietly then she reached out to him with smaller fingers wrapping around his own. The thought of making life better for everyone including her father..

“I want this whatever it entails— whatever the sacrifice.”

— father swallowed by grief with love etched in every crevice and every solder that held her limbs together. A mural of desperation laced with a fleeting hope.

She wondered how his augmentations would change her; she’s gripped by curiosity seeing as the process of augmentations are not lost —

— than she ever thought possible. At some point her eyes had closed to further take in images. She tried her best to burn them in when they opened again she felt calmer somehow.

Her gaze travels to herself. “Would it.. get rid of father’s work or just enhance it?”

The intricate workings of a —

— but she’s taking her place back where she previously was. “Get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.” As an afterthought she picked up the music box and wound it all the way up to allow the melody to fill the silence around them.

— she’s usually sneaking away from the comfort of her home to wander the alleyways and the darker parts of her new home.

The blueprint is placed aside neatly, carefully, while she stands to grab one of her blankets she brought with her from her bag. It’s opened and placed over her sleepy friend —

— boot. The way her fingers beckoned him towards her was barely noticeable but to a trained eye it would be caught.

— that all too familiar stance that she nearly perfected, the pain and sores no longer an issue in her current state. As quick as her hand met his however it left and she practically fluttered away with arms held out at length.

It was a movement as easy for her as breathing and smooth to —

— head pops in with a voice soft and questioning. “Mr. Silco?” Her eyes fall to the present she’s left and a smile crosses her face.

“Do you like it? I know you don’t have much but.. when you get things settled again you’ll have that to tie everything in, make a complete set.”

— that she can use and are practical while also holding significant meaning.

“Do you want anything else added to it?”