"I haven't noticed any discomfort - so, unless the nerve-links have been damaged, I'm assuming it's just some minor capacitor damage." Torin replied, assuming that his phrasing was correct. Since he'd met the Techpriest, he'd been fascinated by the man's delicacy, which seemed almost incongruous when compared to his immense size and bulk. He watched the man work, almost enthralled by his fast, smooth, effortless motions as he stripped Torin's augmetic legs, checking every individual piece of metal and plastic for imperfections.<br/><br/>Hearing the Techpriest's question, he looked away from his limbs, pausing momentarily for thought.<br/><br/>"If you're looking for an opinion . . . I think the Captain is simply interested in the girl. She's young, she's exotic, she's cute . . . you know how the Captain gets. She was probably just looking to accomodate the girl's curiosities, whatever they may be, in order to get closer to her. I'm sure there was no offence meant to you, or to the Brotherhood." He finally replied, saying what seemed most logical to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>