He snorts softly. "Okay, good point. I'm glad you were able to reclaim something, at least. Who we are is all we have, after all."
He lets his attention return to the now-disassembled mechanism. "Here we go," he says, and turns without really realizing he's doing so to show her what he's doing. He picks a hard black ring out of connector. "This is actually too small, and the wrong kind of rubber. You want one more like this..."
He talks his way through the rest of the adjustments as he makes it: finding rings the right size and softness from the pile, greasing them up real good, the force you need to wedge the damn things home since they have to fit so tight. He assembles the whole thing back together and offers it to Eight. "Give it a try. Let's see if we got it."
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He lets his attention return to the now-disassembled mechanism. "Here we go," he says, and turns without really realizing he's doing so to show her what he's doing. He picks a hard black ring out of connector. "This is actually too small, and the wrong kind of rubber. You want one more like this..."
He talks his way through the rest of the adjustments as he makes it: finding rings the right size and softness from the pile, greasing them up real good, the force you need to wedge the damn things home since they have to fit so tight. He assembles the whole thing back together and offers it to Eight. "Give it a try. Let's see if we got it."