"Hey, i hope you don't mind me asking, buuut how come y'all-, or well you act like she's doing something embarrassing in front of me? it's not like she just hopped onto my back, she's just attaching her new foot"
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow
"Um-Cyborg draft? No cyborgs allowed in these shops? Anti-Cyborg mentality? Noneee of this is ringing a bell for you? I can't even go into the bakery across the street, and the vendors next door to me constantly complain-so no, I don't exactly think most people would take kindly to me attaching a new foot in front of them-"
???: "I keep telling you, you should just get skingrafting-"
"And I keep telling you, I can start working on that when we finally have enough money for the dress-"
"..."
She bit her lip-she'd lost her stepfather to the plague, and while she'd never really known him that well, she did know he was the reason she was here, that he'd been the one to adopt her and take her home-home to a stepmother who despised her-who had screamed at him not to leave her with this "thing"-but he couldn't have known that would happen...