Amaya stares down discontentedly as her creation collapses, quickly hopping and landing on one knee before it caved away under her. If there was one thing to say about the blonde...it was that she was agile at least. Two well-tailored leather boots rest on either feet - a few thin steel straps latching into small metal holes on either side, presumably the "shoe-ties" for this generation.<br/><br/>Slowly..the blonde stands up..hands brushing off skifts of sand from her pink jump-suit. Were it not for the fact it hid the naughty bits perfectly, it was almost as a second skin - detailing the curves and valleys of her hips, little muscles in her thighs - leaving her legs exposed from mid-thigh to lower ankle. Both of her arms, however, are covered in a thin, flexible aluminum alloy..reinforced slightly at the shoulders, obviously to balance the recoil a rather fragile girl would experience from a gun of THAT caliber - the one resting in a holster at her hips. A sun-blonde ponytail whips around in the wind, scuffling her bangs in front of her face - much to her obvious dismay - two fingers quickly removing the offending locks from her vision.<br/><br/>Slowly bending over a bit and stretching out..letting her hands touch her toes, and jumpsuit conform to her body..she straightens herself out with a confident smirk...though, it quickly changes as she looks down at her robot. From the way she leaned down and caressed its smooth metallic back..it could say she would almost think it was human.<em>Almost.</em><br/><br/>*clang* *tink* ..in a matter of moments, she had dissasembled all of the useful parts and placed them in a pouch on her left hip..before wiping her hands off on a special oil rag - and quickly using some quality peach hand creme on them..<br/><br/>"Sorry there, buddy. Maybe next time, huh? You did pretty good. Soo..this is the area of Shattered Relic..huh?"<br/><br/>She licks her pointer finger, and places it in the air...licking her lips a bit at the flavored hand creme.<br/><br/>"Wind..south-southeast..at about 28 miles per hour..Maybe I shouldn't have been so loose with my ponytail..." With that word, she unzips the little heart-shaped cleavage baring cut on her chest, removing a bit of sand from her body. Her skin was..noticeably a bit white, what you'd expect from an aspiring indoorsy scientist type, with just the slightest hints of pink blush.<br/><br/>Zipping the fabric up, and assuming she's the only one intelligent enough to find the place...she takes her sweet time sauntering into the city..though pausing a bit as that red ache starts on her shoulder..seeing her city in ruins..and seeing herself taken by her own machines. She pauses, pressing a hand to her lips as the air seems to stir..breath tinted with arousal..before she shakes her head..<br/><br/>"It's close..it has to be..I can feel it.."