Angel looked at Jazz in utter confusion at his excited words and oddly happy grin. How could he be happy about this? The claw marks to what would be considered her epidermis were she human that was already being knit back together by the nanites, attested to the driders clear hatred and blood lust towards them both. "I... I don't understand-" it became clear they both had heard two very different things from the driders mouth. For a human and her Master he seriously had his wires crossed. He dangerously needed his sleep. "Jazz, that is not what she meant, I mean the inflections in her voice and her actions clearly stated-" But it became clear he wasn't really listening to her as he started his inspection.<br/><br/>"Jazz..." She shook her head. If she could get a headache she was sure she'd be having one right now. How much more danger was he going to put himself in. If the drider woke up and started thrashing again, bindings or no bindings, he could still get thrown off or hurt some other way. Not that she could talk sense into him or stop him from doing what he wanted. But at least he was still doing his job to the best of his ability given his circumstances.<br/><br/>"Of course," she replied as she went off to prepare the syringes of medicine, making sure to squirt the air from the tubes before she went around to the front of the drider so she could inject her in the crook of her arm after disinfecting a patch. Just as she stood up to begin preforming the scans she saw Jazz hug the spiders backside. "Jazz!" She said in a low tone so as not to wake the beast. What on earth was he thinking!? "You can't keep doing stuff like that..." she told him, trying to encourage him to get off the women, spider... thing. With another shake of her head, glad he finally removed himself, she took the scans he needed, her eyes lighting up briefly once done.<br/><br/>After cleaning up the syringes, the disinfectant, the cotton pads, and Jazz's bag, she followed after him. Only after they were outside and the door was locked did she finally release the net from the drider, reeling it back into the ceiling for later use should the drider try anything again. Once everything was put away, she followed after Jazz with an eagerness to have her curiosity answered.<br/><br/>"Yes this mysterious project, and I suspect the overestimation is because you sacrificed your much needed sleep," she said, but the need to know why he would do such a thing was eating away at her. What was so important? "Me?" She asked, wondering what this project had to do with her. After she followed him through the door she said, "Why would you need..." Blinking at the beauty of what she was seeing left her without words. She went over to them and gently traced her fingers over the wings, watching the way they caught the light when they moved under her touch.<br/><br/>Spinning on her heel to face Jazz she said, "For me?!" A spark of different emotions rolled through her system, unable to decipher them all, but she knew one emotion for sure. Absolute happiness. Marching over to him she expressed her thanks and delight the way she had seen other humans do with one another. She embraced him, making sure to be gentle. "Thank you very much, Master Jazz," she whispered, before putting him at arms length to look him in the eyes, a bright smile painting her face. "It is extremely generous of you, and I adore them, they will come in very handy," she told him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away from him altogether. She couldn't resist going back over to stroke them, already analysing the materials. They were made of precise cut titanium and some sort of high tech polymer compound that had been painted white, to make it look like feathers between the metal blades. Both of which were extremely hard to come by. She couldn't wait to try them on.<br/><br/>Turning back to face Jazz she said, "But next time if you plan on making something like this please don't sacrifice your health over it, especially if it is for me. I am not worth your physical or mental health. Besides you know I am always here to help you," she was trying to be stern, but she couldn't stop her smile from peeking through. It was just too wonderful a gift. "Now,' she said, clapping her hands together. "Off to bed with you." Walking over she took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face the door. "You promised," she told him, nudging him forward. "Everything else can wait, I am not having you turn into a patient here as well. Now go," she said as she walked him out the door. "I will make sure to have a proper hearty meal waiting for you when you wake, which should be... in the next 12 hours. No more 24 hour stints for you," she told him, as they stopped in front of his room. "Have a good rest Master Jazz."