A slight bending of metal, and it was done, the dent gone.<i>"A minor impediment, and now no more. The Lawman, and Sister, what are your thoughts there?" </i>he asked, as he took up the reverent task of reassmebling the augmetic, putting circuitry and wiring back onto the bone like frame, which was followed up with servoes and pistons, the things which made it stronger then more mortal muscle. At that marticular time, the ship's clock chimed top of the hour, and his servitor aid delivered what could only be described as a nutriant slushy of sorts. It was dinner time, and he never, ever had intention of visiting the mess or officers galley. Then again, he wasn't much hungry right now either,<i> "Want some?" </i>he asked, in an uncaring, distracted tone. gesturing to his 'meal' with his utility third arm.<br/><br/>Or as much of a tone as his fake voice had...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>