The encounter with Miller had a very grating effect on Samson. "Geeze, bitches like her shouldn't have smokin' bodies" He mumbled as he finally finished his tasks. Now what was left was to reattach the arm. As he shimmied his way out of the Joint, He fell to gantry a few feet from Richter. looking over, when he heard his No. 3 and gave a smug chuckle at his loose salute. "It is going fine, Just got to get the Arm back on and Unit 1 will be ready to Roll. Oh, did a bitch named Miller cross your path? Asking you weird questions?" William asked as he wiped the grease from a wrench he was using.