"I get the feeling that that stub round back on Dorsia dented more than the casing. My left shin's been a tad iffy, when it comes to compensating for shifts in terrain. Minor fix, I'm sure, but it's better done now than later. Nice to see you too, by the way." Torin intoned, seating himself on a work-bench and unlacing his boots, tugging them off and yanking the legs of his denim pants up, exposing his sophisticated augmetics. They were covered in a layer of cosmetic damage - mostly scratches and burns, with a small-yet-noticeable dent on one side of the left leg.<br/><br/>Torin's voice was audibly more respectful and less casual, now that he was within the Techpriest's realm. He trusted the man, such was the relationship they'd built up over the past several years, and he knew that playfully antagonising him would achieve nothing more than a bad mood.<br/><br/>"That aside, could I get a general once-over on both? You know the drill."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>