Zevion did not hear them say fairwell, or notice they even parted ways with him in the range. His head was tilted down, eyes closed as he saw through his skull servo, examining the faults and problems. It moved through the air with a strange, faux grace, spine slowly writhing about as it took up position over a servitor, plugging the tip of it's spine into the lobotomized woman's neck, a hiden port. In moments, she jerked, before coming to an awkwardly upright stand, feet spread shoulder length apart, arms at her sides though slightly away. In truth, she was mimicing how the 'tin man' himself stood... Which did not look like a proper stance for a lithe, busty lady. Bare feet thunked heavy upon the deck, making fleshy slaping sounds, so used to his own weighted foot falls.<br/><br/>Kneeling before the machine, the servitor's one robotic eye scoped slightly, while nimble fingers made quick work of the plating. Unafraid of the sparks and lights. Those slender fingers unfastening wires, killing power to the console, rendering it harmless before she could set out to begin reverently picking through the innards, uttering a soft apology to the spirits within... The sparks had faded, the smoke and lights dimming out of being. And the 'girl' seemed very dedicated to her doings, and amid it all, the half flouting, half perched robotic skull oversaw it all, sometimes flicking about to take in the rest of the room's contense. At one point, it's one, red lensed 'eye' falling upon the blue skinned maiden, a binary chittering escaping that jawless mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>