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Saurous stands there for a few moments, blinking confusedly. He really hadn't really anticipated her agreeing that quickly. He was expecting some kind of insult towards Magtok's abilities as a roboticist at the very least. Huh. Oh well.

"Um. Okay, then," he says, giving her an awkward pat on the shoulder before backing away slightly. "I was already compiling a list of assurances, but I guess I don't really need to use them now. I'll go talk to Magtok about that in a bit."

He strokes his chin in thought, a whole new mess of ideas flowing through his mind now that he doesn't have to focus on getting Moon's consent.

"And hey, if I can keep your arm preserved after we replace it with the prosthetic, I could probably get it back into working order far quicker than I could with it still attached."