K. Naut
His large ears had immediately tensed upon hearing a presence enter the tent. From the corner of his eye, he identified the person as their Leader - Artaxes. However, he did not disrupt their, um, heated conversation so K. decided not to take action and greet him. The man did not stay long - perhaps only to check up on the station - and within a split-second, he had left. Almost as if he had never been there. The koala's focus then reverted back to Piper.
The koala snorted. "Ha! I could've made it out of diamond, and it would still be in terrible condition because of you." He sneered, before hopping off the stool and brushing down his suit, "You're like a child who breaks her toy, and then moans about it afterwards."
K. grasped one of the stool legs before dragging it directly in front of where Piper was sitting. He then went back to the original table and, on his very tiptoes, felt around for his toolbox and pulled it close enough for him to reach the handle. The koala bear grabbed it and tottered back to the girl. With one paw, K. heaved himself up onto the seat - using his feet to push himself upwards. With a loud breath of relief, he finally made it onto the stool and made himself comfortable. He placed the toolbox in his lap and positioned his goggles back over his eyes.
"Now, let's see what it is you've broken this time." He muttered under his breath.
K. carefully placed Piper's metallic palm onto the back of his hand and lifted it up for closer inspection. Using his remaining hand, he lifted one of the fingers and tried to return it to its original position. It remained stiff and didn't budge until after some effort. His sight still remaining locked on the bionic hand, the koala rummaged around his toolbox until he felt the familiar shape of a screwdriver and fished it out. K. quickly untwisted the bolt with a practiced ease - leading to a concealed hatch pop open. Inside was a hollow chamber exposing the core mechanics of the artificial limb. The koala watched for a moment, as the gears continued to spiral and turn under his careful gaze. K. narrowed his eyes and focused on each individual component until he noticed a-
"Oh, I see." He whispered, more to himself rather than to Piper. K. didn't even bother explaining to the girl what the problem was exactly, it would go straight over her head. She wouldn't listen anyway.
Once more, K. dug into his loyal toolbox and brought out a can of oil. He used his canines to tug off the lid and gently poured in the slightest amount of the black fluid onto the machinery before setting to work on it. As he fiddled around with the gadget, disgruntled mumbles escaped from his mouth.
"It's too early in the morning for this..."
"Ignorant youths..."
"Where's my goddamn coffee..."
It didn't take too long to finish the job, as the reparations done was mostly regular maintenance - just to keep Piper off his back for a bit longer. K. retracted his arms, giving the opportunity for a certain someone to marvel at his work. You know, as most would. However, when he looked up, the koala realised her attention was elsewhere. K. followed her line of view, only to realise what the girl was staring at within seconds. He clutched his toolbox against his chest before dropping off the stool and landing on his feet.
"Nobody is allowed to touch him, especially you. So don't even bother." He said, not turning around.