Snippet #875739

"Strip that thing down, and I'll make sure your face becomes an unrecognisable mess," Gregor hissed at the man, who cowered somewhat. "I'm obviously not about to join the damned Nazcrut again, and you can lock it down, but dammit, I want it repaired."
Pushing the man back onto his way, Gregor turned to Cobo.
"Rest assured, your suggestions are unneeded,"
He turned for a moment, and then turned back with a cruel smile on his face.
"Though I must say, you were looking at the girl in that mech very strangely. I wonder."