Angela was perhaps the most embarrass she had ever been in her life, perhaps the only time before this moment that she was just as embarrassed was back in grade school; when her pants had gotten torn and displayed her fairly girly and floral underwear. That moment had been the worst in her life and now here was a new top embossing moment as she collided with Dren, so much for â€˜cat like reflexesâ€™. Still he did not seem to mind, which could be a good thing or a bad thing all depending on how you took it. Right now she was not really sure how she felt; floating there with Drenâ€™s hands about her waist, getting a rather up close and personal look at him for the first time. The urge blush was a strong one, though she could not really for the life of her determine exactly why that very urge was there; she could not even remember the last time anyone had made her feel like blushing.<br/><br/>Smiling somewhat nervously at him she nodded her head to his instructions to be careful, yet still his hands remained holding her in place. The moment became somewhat awkward and they cleared their throats at the same time as his hands were removed, her smile remaining though her tail flicking nervously from side to side as she floated away from her and toward a section of her mech to begin repairs. While they worked for a bit in silence Angela could not help but steal a few looks his way, just finding she was unable to keep from looking at him.<br/><br/>*Like what you see?* Krato teased prompting Angela to growl at him.<br/><br/>*Must you bother me right now while I am trying to fix you?* she asked the annoyance clear in her mental tone.<br/><br/>*Just making ideal conversationâ€¦* a short pause then as she glanced at him again, *He probably wonâ€™t ever come backâ€¦he has probably already moved onâ€¦*<br/><br/>Angela sighed and focused more on the work at hand, *Can we please not talk about this right now?*<br/><br/>*Fine. Fine. Just donâ€™t fuck up with my wiring, those bastard children are probably working right now on another plan of attack so you need me at my best*<br/><br/>Grumbling under her breath she cut away some useless burnt wires and began patching the remaining ones together, though Dren was now talking to the Drone and to her surprise it responded in the voice of his AI Yuri. Angela paused in her own work to look to where they were looking at, watching with barely controlled rage as the techs were once again ignoring her Stalking Cat to play around with Drenâ€™s mech. Lips curling back in a snarl the urge to unleash her rage on the techs grew but before she could make a move an alarm sounded and Drenâ€™s mech was suddenly in its humanoid form. The techs stared up at it in awe, yet continued with their laziness which only further displeased Angela but once again before she could say anything Dren was barking orders at them. His tone and the look in the tech faces making Angela smile, shaking her head a bit in amusement; Dren seemed to have no issue speaking his mind.<br/><br/>When the techs turned to her for confirmation she had composed herself and gave them one of her signature scowls and when that didnâ€™t light a fire under their ass she made as if to yell and that set them to running. Nodding her head in satisfaction she returned to her work, Dren returning to her side and handing her a welder which she took with a smirk, â€œSo did you go to school to be a mechanic or did you just kind of pick it up as you went along in your career as a pilot?â€ she asked as she began to weld.