If the woman was like a child, then K. was her grumpy dad; Scolding his offspring, but still giving her what she wants. Actually- A more accurate analogy: A teenager falling out to her parent, his complaints and lectures falling on deaf ears, but he still decides to help her out anyway.
Whatever- Piper couldn't be bothered to give another sneer of her own. She got what she wanted, and after all was said and done, the koala and the girl would be going back on their merry routines. Because that was what always happened, was it not?
For now, her eyes had settled on the sight of K's precious robot which Piper couldn't recall the name of, the woman's pupils widening as she was impressed by the piece of mechanical art. The old bugger was talented, Pip had to give the koala that at least. As for further interest in how it actually worked and how he made it, there was none to be had. Aside from the firearm that was clasped on Piper's belt, the lass had no real knowledge of anything concerning the engineering sector, and quite frankly? She didn't even want to extent that knowledge any further than that.
Throughout the entirety of the repair, Piper's moss-green beats kept themselves fixed on the massive construct, only briefly glancing back at the grouchy koala when her prosthetic arm was yanked at, the girl vocalizing a few imaginative curses under her breath as the sudden movement didstartle surprise her.
When all was repaired, K. noticed that his visitor had been eyeing his 'magnificent' creation, once again placing something on the 'off-limits for Piper' list. A comment that the lass could only roll her eyes at before unsticking her bottom from the workbench with a quick, nimble hop onto the concrete floor.
“Whatever- It's probably junk, anyway.” She retorted, gently moving her mechanical arm the eye-level as she flipped each individual finger a couple of times before folding them simultaneously into a fist, jabbing the metal limb forward and slowly extending it outwards to the side while rolling it counter-clockwise as her right hand firmly grasped the metal shoulder.
“Smooth...” Piper whispered to her own mind, nodding and lowering the prosthetic arm to align with her torso, her gaze turning to the koala as she pointed to him with a thumbs up from her other hand, grateful for the fix 'm up. “I'm off! Have a damn nice day, you overgrown koala jerk.” The last words, especially the insult, muttered at the lowest frequency that Piper could achieve.
Leaving the blasted place behind her, Piper was surprised with a face-full of recruit. A young boy, barely the reasonable age to even showing it's baby-face here, approached the vice captain while stammering something about reporting in and- Actually, what the nelly was he saying? The woman growled as her hip cocked outwards to the left, her mechanical arm resting on the side.
“Hey, kiddo. I don't speak Stammer.” The woman gazed with agitation at the young recruit, sighing as the kid calmed himself down and began anew.
“Uh- Captain said h-he wanted to m-meet y-you, ma'am.”
Perfect... What did the boss want now? “Fine- Where the hell is he?” Piper straightened her body, pinching the bridge of her nose with her right thumb and index-finger before making the first steps to where the boy had pointed. “Dismissed.”
Approaching the log, Piper found anyone but that impatient jerk. The only one who was there was that irritating cat-thing of his. Running her mechanical hand through some of her ginger hair, Pip approached the creature with slow steps. “Ughh... Okay, cat. Where's your owner?” The woman dropped herself on the log, legs stretching forward as both elbows leaned on her upper thighs. A huff left her lips, she was soooo.... not in the mood for Art's bullshit.
Whatever- Piper couldn't be bothered to give another sneer of her own. She got what she wanted, and after all was said and done, the koala and the girl would be going back on their merry routines. Because that was what always happened, was it not?
For now, her eyes had settled on the sight of K's precious robot which Piper couldn't recall the name of, the woman's pupils widening as she was impressed by the piece of mechanical art. The old bugger was talented, Pip had to give the koala that at least. As for further interest in how it actually worked and how he made it, there was none to be had. Aside from the firearm that was clasped on Piper's belt, the lass had no real knowledge of anything concerning the engineering sector, and quite frankly? She didn't even want to extent that knowledge any further than that.
Throughout the entirety of the repair, Piper's moss-green beats kept themselves fixed on the massive construct, only briefly glancing back at the grouchy koala when her prosthetic arm was yanked at, the girl vocalizing a few imaginative curses under her breath as the sudden movement did
When all was repaired, K. noticed that his visitor had been eyeing his 'magnificent' creation, once again placing something on the 'off-limits for Piper' list. A comment that the lass could only roll her eyes at before unsticking her bottom from the workbench with a quick, nimble hop onto the concrete floor.
“Whatever- It's probably junk, anyway.” She retorted, gently moving her mechanical arm the eye-level as she flipped each individual finger a couple of times before folding them simultaneously into a fist, jabbing the metal limb forward and slowly extending it outwards to the side while rolling it counter-clockwise as her right hand firmly grasped the metal shoulder.
“Smooth...” Piper whispered to her own mind, nodding and lowering the prosthetic arm to align with her torso, her gaze turning to the koala as she pointed to him with a thumbs up from her other hand, grateful for the fix 'm up. “I'm off! Have a damn nice day, you overgrown koala jerk.” The last words, especially the insult, muttered at the lowest frequency that Piper could achieve.
Leaving the blasted place behind her, Piper was surprised with a face-full of recruit. A young boy, barely the reasonable age to even showing it's baby-face here, approached the vice captain while stammering something about reporting in and- Actually, what the nelly was he saying? The woman growled as her hip cocked outwards to the left, her mechanical arm resting on the side.
“Hey, kiddo. I don't speak Stammer.” The woman gazed with agitation at the young recruit, sighing as the kid calmed himself down and began anew.
“Uh- Captain said h-he wanted to m-meet y-you, ma'am.”
Perfect... What did the boss want now? “Fine- Where the hell is he?” Piper straightened her body, pinching the bridge of her nose with her right thumb and index-finger before making the first steps to where the boy had pointed. “Dismissed.”
Approaching the log, Piper found anyone but that impatient jerk. The only one who was there was that irritating cat-thing of his. Running her mechanical hand through some of her ginger hair, Pip approached the creature with slow steps. “Ughh... Okay, cat. Where's your owner?” The woman dropped herself on the log, legs stretching forward as both elbows leaned on her upper thighs. A huff left her lips, she was soooo.... not in the mood for Art's bullshit.