When Ethan offered his arm to her, she held it in her hands, running her fingers along the smooth, sleek metal. She was in awe, and though many people found her strange that a piece of machine would get her so excited, she couldn't help it. Her passion was this exactly, why wouldn't she be excited by something so incredible and impressive as that? She ran her fingers over his shoulder, his upper arm, forearm, and hand. When he flexed his fingers, she smiled and ran her slim digits delicately over his. She was in a whole other world at the moment. "This is incredible." Her voice was hardly above a whisper. She was good at robotics, but she wasn't this good. To her credit, this was military grade equipment, but still.<br/><br/>She wasn't paying attention when he detached his arm, and she was taken off guard by the increase in weight. She caught it, however, setting is down in her lap. She looked up to his shoulder to the dock of the prosthetic, running her fingers on the outside, grazing his true skin. He was probably laughing at her, or thought she was weird, but she couldn't help it. She was intrigued, and even the best roboticist didn't get to see the government materials, unless they worked for them, that is. She laughed a little when he flexed the arm that wasn't on his body, tilting her head. "That's pretty cool, I haven't seen wireless before. Well, I haven't worked them." After she inspected his prosthetic further, she turned back to him and lifted it. Pushing his sleeve back, she reattached the artificial limb carefully, making sure it was on correctly. She brought her hand back down, grazing its sleek body a final time before looking up to him with a smile. "That's a really cool arm, though. You hit the jackpot with that." She mused.<br/><br/>She thought back to his earlier comment on his military status, thinking for a moment before shrugging. "You aren't asking me to take that risk, I'm offering to take it. If you get in trouble I'm not jumping ship, that's not what I do. It's okay that I know, I'd rather know than not." She gentle reached up and touched the cheek that had been gashed,  as well as prodded the skin under her eye. She stood up and walked to find a mirror, one that hung against a wall, sighing. Her eye was a little black, not insanely noticeable, but enough. "They won't even notice, honestly." She referred to her bruised skin.<br/><br/>She turned back to him, going to sit by him again, but something else caught her eye. A picture frame, the only picture frame, that stood on his desk. She tilted her head and reached over, taking it in her hands and looking at it with a smile. It was a little boy, no older than five, smiling cheesily into the camera. She didn't know who he was, it didn't cross her mind it would've been someone no longer in Ethan's life. For all she knew it was his brother. "Who's this?" She asked with a grin, holding the picture out for him to see. How could she have known she would be crossing a line? That the boy was one of the reasons for his anger and pain?