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Wait, you... do you?

[Probably he doesn't mean for there to be a wobble midway through the sentence. Probably he's going for casual, or at least less blatantly anxious.]

Maybe you can just--twist it into place to fix the lazy eye...? I don't really know how Intensity got it in there in the first place, so...

[Noting the anxiousness and hesitating.]

It, ah, would probably be easier to just take it out- I'll do it fast, it's really simple.

Ah - yeah. Faster.

[His grip on Nemesis' hand is probably tight enough to hurt. He isn't breathing quite right.]

Y-yeah, sure.

...I mean, you can take a rain check if you don't mind being kinda cockeyed. I dunno if it hurts to try and focus or anything. But if now's a bad time.

Um, a-ah, right! And I can try doing it the other way first, um... I don't know how well it will work, but you've been through a lot, and we can just ah, take a moment, instead.

I mean, I can't... see out of it? It ain't... it ain't connected.

So it probly oughtta get, like. Fixed.

Lotsa people can't see. You'll keep for a while.

Or--you don't gotta like, physically plug it in or nothing, do you? Could you just adjust it from here, maybe...?

[It is kind of unnerving the way it rolls around in there for the moment, but versus the alternative...]

I can, um, try? I just can't guarantee I can plug it in properly from this vantage, um...

[And she wants to spare him the discomfort of fiddling around a lot with his eye.]

How about we work on his leg for now?

Yeah. Yeah, that's - let's start there.

[He can just not look for that. Checking out while she works sounds great.]

[But he is well aware how jacked up it is, so he is definitely fumbling with his belt pouch to get a screwdriver out and offering it over to her, handle first.]

[Possibly jumping the gun a bit, what with the actual port itself still lying in pieces a couple feet away? That said, Nemesis takes the opportunity and finally moves, aiming to gather the pieces of what was once attached to or inside of the flesh part of his leg]

Quick rinse and then Sekhmet, you can just...make it part of the body again...right?

[That’s more or less how it had worked for her arm, so...?]

[Naturally, this whole time Sekhmet has been wearing sterile gloves herself, which she now removes, to deal with the port.]

He installed it last time, and it was a bit more... involved, as I recall.

Last time it needed parts.

Pretty sure it's working this time. It just, like. It's just - y'know. He, like -

Took it... off...?

Oh, ah, alright.

[She supposes he would know. She puts on fresh gloves, and carefully reinserts the port.]

[Watches, wary]

So...that's it?

Pretty sure you gotta, like -

[He hesitates.]

The screws, uh. Go in the bone.

There oughtta be, like - holes. Already. If you can get em back in.

[He is 120% not looking.]

I can see.

[She is calm, unfazed by the gruesomeness of screwing the point directly into the bone.]

Oh...

[That is not how her arm works,]

Uh, do you need me to...hold something, or...?

[COOL, seems like they got this.]

[Just going to close his eyes and do his best to keep still. It is dubiously successful because he is shaking kind of a lot.]

[Working very carefully so his shaking doesn't disrupt it, but she soon has the port back in.]

Okay, got it.

[Moves her grip to his shoulders, to help keep him steady]

That it? Or's there anything else before it can just be...healed into place, or whatever?

Edited 2019-12-11 20:41 (UTC)

[Not opening his eyes.]

I mean. Should be okay? It'll just, like... close up around it now, right?

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I just have to heal it, now, and attach the leg.

[Which she proceeds to do!]

[Watches to make sure it isn't backwards or something,]

[It seems... okay?]

[He can't feel her fiddling with it, but a beat or two after she stops moving it around, he figures she's probably done and risks cracking open first one eye and then the other.]

[Gingerly, he flexes the leg - and it responds the way it should, lifting a little, the ankle tipping his toes up toward his face.]

...think we're in business.

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