"Uhm… Welcome, Lucius," Luna said with a slight smile, wiping her hands with a rag that was already stained with grease.
All in all, she was glad he wasn't sick anymore.
The color had returned to his face, his eyes were sharp again, and his steps didn't look heavy like they had yesterday.
"Thanks for yesterday," Lucius said, setting the drone gently on her work table.
His lips curled as he glanced at the mess of tools, gears, and scattered notes across the desk. "Ooh, and I see you're working around?"
Luna rubbed the back of her head.
It didn't seem very lady-like, the oil smudges on her fingers and the way her hair was tied into a messy bun, but technology had to be made somehow.
She aimed to be like her role model. Dominica Wyrmsworth — an Awakener-scientist whose legend claimed she built the world's first functional combat drone in the corner of a cave, using nothing but scrap metal, a lantern, and her bare hands.
