"Cheers, tin-man. You're a miracle worker." Torin replied, tugging his leggings back down and reaching for his boots.<br/><br/>"And yes, I noticed the reaction too. I'll be keeping an eye out, don't you worry your shiny little head." He continued, lacing his combat-boots up, and tying them tightly around his augmetics. The boots were a formality, really, but he preferred wearing them anyways, both as minor protection for his legs, and in order to conceal his augmetics from the prying eyes of the public.<br/><br/>"Luckily, they teach us basic weapon maintenance in the Guard. So, unless you'd like to strip and bless my equipment - if you get my drift - I should be able to manage that on my own." He finished, throwing in a playfully teasing aside, as if testing the Techpriest's ability to detect double-entendres.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>