Razzly opened the hatch and disconnected her pip-girl.  After getting down from her mech, she appraised it with trained eyes. She checked to make sure no one was watching when she addressed the mech itself. "Damn, that asshole did a number on you old girl.  Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up better than ever. You're mine now, so I need to keep you in good condition." She pulled out her trusty weapon/tool, her hand made wrench that her father had given her many years ago, when he was still alive.  She pushed aside the memories of him as she tuned the diagnostics of the pip girl to show her the areas of the mech that needed the most work.  It wasn't that she didn't care for her memories, she simply felt closer to him working on machinery than being lost in idle memories.<br/>(OOC: sorry, now I'm ready.)