(I like how Eve didn't even bat an eyelid at the micro carrying around a mattress with an energy beam X3)<br/><br/>Artair nods, setting down the mattress and allowing his arm to return to normal. He walks over to Eve, watching her work with interest. "Would you like some help with that?" he asks, his hand switching out yet again to be replaced with a flat-head screwdriver. He gives it a few spins, with the head whirring around almost like a drill.