[He almost drops his welding torch, eyes wide at his near-failure to shut it off.

Okay. Okay, nothing on fire, all his fingers are still on. Deep breath.]

If you are, I think my ass might have fallen off, cause I don't feel a strap.

Wait, what the fuck did I do now?

This ain't about my robots, my robots work great.

WELL, WOULD YOU ALL LOOK AT THE TIME, ME AND THE MISSUS BETTER BE HITTIN' THE HAY.

How the fuck do you forg-

[No, no. He made a promise. He will try to keep it for at least ten minutes.]

Never mind. We'll go to my workshop.

...I'm still gonna give you shit, but I'm not serious. You think 'business partners' is friendly, though?

It's a good way to get shot in the ass. Don't ask me how I know.

'Attaboy. C'mon, I keep my bag on me, let's get somewhere warm and I'll take a look.

'Business partners' is a crazy way to say 'I hired you for like a day.' The bot didn't get you too bad, did it? Still standin'.

Yes to the first, no to the second, and I'll give it at least an hour before I make some wise comment again.

Ah, right, the... blindness came after, right? You mask it pretty well, and out here I don't gotta tell you how useful that is.

Alright, well, if you know Claire AND our 'friends,' I guess it don't hurt. Nate Salvatore, if you want a real name. You still goin' by Sunshine?

[He could just leave him alone, it's what he wants.

But Nate knows when he's being an asshole, and he can usually figure out when he pushed something too far. That combined with his stupid instincts makes him pause.]

...I'm a medic. You want me to give you a hand with those wounds?

[Hoo boy. Those eyes never gave him any mercy.]

I could. Maybe somewhere a little... quieter?

Hey, she's her own woman. Just... have some class, Christ. "Mangos??"

You keep yellin' about lookin' at Claire, whaddaya want me to do? Pop the champagne? Jesus, kid...

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