"Wait, sobriety ages aren't a thing here? Righteous," Nori says with a nod. This place might be worth not hating. Eventually. Maybe. "Why, out of curiosity, can't it produce real alcohol? It's not that difficult."
For the record, they're not really prosthetics; they're gauntlets, she still has functioning arms under them. The tan lines make a nice delineation of where the metal usually ends, though the more striking thing is that the forearm underneath the metal is heavily scarred with look like steam burns. "Yeah, man, this? This is nothing like the only space travel we've got--or had, rather--in my world. Pretty sure NASA would have killed to even dream about this kind of technology."
She kneads a ball of cleaning putty in one hand as she talks, working it into consistency to clean the metal. Water plus high current, not exactly the loveliest of cleaning options.
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For the record, they're not really prosthetics; they're gauntlets, she still has functioning arms under them. The tan lines make a nice delineation of where the metal usually ends, though the more striking thing is that the forearm underneath the metal is heavily scarred with look like steam burns. "Yeah, man, this? This is nothing like the only space travel we've got--or had, rather--in my world. Pretty sure NASA would have killed to even dream about this kind of technology."
She kneads a ball of cleaning putty in one hand as she talks, working it into consistency to clean the metal. Water plus high current, not exactly the loveliest of cleaning options.