"Yeeeep, trust me i've done it enough times my hand should be broken -v-"
"Hmmmm...it-could be a problem with their programming, but if that's it then they're going to need to be completely wiped and reprogrammed-"
and he'd lose all of that invaluable information-
"Nope! No no no no, T-That isn't necessary! ;^w^;"
"Hm-why not...?
she tilted her head
"U-Umm...T-That's on a different note i really shouldn't talk about, are you sure it's not something else?"
She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, still wearing her blackened work glove-inadvertantly getting a grease splotch on her forehead
"Nope, not at all! But if you'd be willing to wait a few days, I can run some more tests and get them back to you."
"Pfft...Heh, alright, uhh here let me just..."
He grabbed a rag that was on the table and leaned forward, wiping off her head...or well scrubbing it a little
"Ah-" She blushed, partially from embarrassment and partially from her nerves, stomach fluttering. Iko's sensor lit up with excitement
"Andd there we go, sorry, you just had a bit of grease on you"
"Oh-um-yeah, that tends to happen when you run a mechanics shop-"
She laughed awkwardly, tightening her ponytail
???: "Oh stars, Cinder-in front of the prince!-"
"SHH-"
She glared at Iko, who quickly scurried behind the booth
