Devero will find in eight the perfect little audience. She's fascinated with each adjustment, and is being quiet the full time. She's making mental notes of each step along the way and is mentally going through the motions so she could do it herself should she ever need to. Which, if her conversation with Senku was any indication, she may have to since it's vegetable oil in there rather than filtered synthetic oil.
Her hands do come out from time to time, but mostly to feel the object that's about to be inserted in before it is. She's quick to return each piece before it's needed, as her sense of assembly is pretty good despite her inexperience.
When she's finally done there's a curious, almost bashful look in her eyes. She's ran this test at least a dozen times before Devero worked on it, but now she's as timid as a mechanic on her first day on the job.
Eventually she's over it and gives it a tug. And a push. And a tug. And a push. She stops, because this was the point where things fell apart. A tug.... a push... one ore tug... one ore push...
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Her hands do come out from time to time, but mostly to feel the object that's about to be inserted in before it is. She's quick to return each piece before it's needed, as her sense of assembly is pretty good despite her inexperience.
When she's finally done there's a curious, almost bashful look in her eyes. She's ran this test at least a dozen times before Devero worked on it, but now she's as timid as a mechanic on her first day on the job.
Eventually she's over it and gives it a tug. And a push. And a tug. And a push. She stops, because this was the point where things fell apart. A tug.... a push... one ore tug... one ore push...
"...it's working."