He ignored her, ignored what was probably the first praise she had ever uttered toward him, and just kept limping to the exit. As he got near it, the warmth finally registered, just before Star got to him.<br/><br/>He ignored the question, instead getting the catches to the now ruined armor. "And once again, another prototype wasted because I can't build high enough tolerances for her."<br/><br/>As the armor suddenly pulled free, he fell to one knee, and reached into the armor, carefully feeling to the right of where the left shoulder blade should be. "Good, no really bone damage to the connecting plate, and most of the warmth seems to be oil. I was getting worried."<br/><br/>Another push, and with a scream of metal, the armor fell off, revealing the metal plate and socket the arm would attach to, his chest liberal splashed with oil, though there was some blood oozing from the bottom of the plate, where it had ripped free of the flesh that had grown around it. "She ruined another arm, what does it look like?"