"thanks-"
-he looks at it-
"U-uhm..."
-he hands it to you-
May: What...?
"...look..".
May looks at the compass
".."
May: ...Ohhhh....it must not be working properly, damn-my inventions usually work-
"..."
She bangs it on the table, making a loud THWACK sound. She grins up at you.
May: You'd be surprised how often that works-
She looks down at the compass
May: ...Huh.
-He smiles again-
May: ...Damn. I guess it's just defective...
She laughs
May: It's not like I'm your "true love" or something...I don't think I'm exactly anyone's first choice-
