*she sees Silver working on his fighter's wing, his blue armor protecting him from the sparks of his wielding tool. He sets them down after a while and steps back to look at his ship
"Perfect."-Silver(quietly to himself)
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Serina takes a look at the ship, analyzing its stability, before calling out to the man, "You missed a spot, just under the left ventral junction--looks like it needs more welding."
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*he looks back to her "Alright. Thanks."-Silver *he takes the wielder and starts to work on it "So, I'm guessing you are one of the pioneers, am I correct?"-Silver
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"On this ship, we all are." She shrugs, and tilts her head slightly as she does so. While her body looks relatively human, albeit made of synthetic flesh, her faceplate is covered only by a screen, which for now remains black. "You must work for the Alliance, right?"
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"That is correct. A SilverPulse, if you wanted to know."-Silver *he finishes up on the wing and gets up, placing the wielder in his tool box