The cripple frowned and took the piece from Mia, examining it carefully.<br/>"Seems to hold allright, unless. Ah, yeah I see now. I can change these, but it will take time. You'll likely miss the matches and any opportunities to scout your opponents unless you go out there as you are. Once you proceed from this room they won't let you come back until the end of the games." he explained, setting the outfit piece on the table then rolling around getting his tools ready for the work of fixing the armor of her choice.<br/>"I heard there were some slave girls out there for the kickoff, and that the late card was changed so Saar would fight last against the champion. Can't guess who'll you'd be up against. Could even give you a few tips against most of those asshats, but this thing will keep me busy for a while. Feel free to look around while I work, just don't touch anything." Kicks said, before getting started on his work.<br/><br/>Unless Mia stopped him, he'd be deep in work for the next 30 minutes or so, until he exchanged most of the parts on the outfit and made it a sturdy, durable piece of equipment for her.<br/>Wether she let him work or decided to take the armor as it was before repair, the former gladiator turned quartermaster nodded towards the chest piece.<br/>"All that's left is to set the bust to you size. Too tight and you won't be able to breathe properly, too loose and it might slip off. Could go with trial and error until it fits, but it's a lot of bother readjusting it repeatedly. Mind if I take your size and set it up properly for the first go?" he asked with a slight grin, raising his open palms and wriggling his fingers.