Gears and pistons and hydraulics she can handle. She can't help but wonder, though, if it's uncomfortable or even painful to have bits worked on like that. Like going to see a redthumb. Does a metal man feel physical pain? It might be kinder if he didn't, under the circumstances.
She hesitates briefly, then gathers and winds a length of the chain to take with her before going. She'll send a war boy back for the rest. It's good, solid metal, and good scrap is not to be wasted. Just because she has no intention of claiming the Spine as a possession doesn't mean she won't take charge of legitimately inanimate objects around his prison. Slinging the chain over her right shoulder, she nods toward the door and leads him out. "So. As I said, Immortan Joe is dead. So is the People Eater and the Bullet Farmer. There's a little...mm, discussion going on about who will be running Gastown from here on out. If you stick with us, we'll give you a ride, but if not, you better keep your ear to the ground in case you have to make a quick exit."
She's leading him more or less exactly back the way she came. It's dusk now, and the smell of ozone and diesel is heavy in the cooling air. The streets are quiet for the moment, save for the occasional stray rat.
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Date: 2016-08-03 11:58 pm (UTC)She hesitates briefly, then gathers and winds a length of the chain to take with her before going. She'll send a war boy back for the rest. It's good, solid metal, and good scrap is not to be wasted. Just because she has no intention of claiming the Spine as a possession doesn't mean she won't take charge of legitimately inanimate objects around his prison. Slinging the chain over her right shoulder, she nods toward the door and leads him out. "So. As I said, Immortan Joe is dead. So is the People Eater and the Bullet Farmer. There's a little...mm, discussion going on about who will be running Gastown from here on out. If you stick with us, we'll give you a ride, but if not, you better keep your ear to the ground in case you have to make a quick exit."
She's leading him more or less exactly back the way she came. It's dusk now, and the smell of ozone and diesel is heavy in the cooling air. The streets are quiet for the moment, save for the occasional stray rat.