[ She goes until his hands are cleaned, or as clean as can be expected in these conditions. Then it's less to do with cleaning as she brushes the tips of her fingers against the line running up the middle of his palm.
When he speaks of messes, she looks up to him quick and light with a smile, her eyes are still shining, not just for the illusion that mutes the world around them, but where she is connected to pieces of technology by instinct and need to watch over the hive in her way. The light shining out from underneath them - and how she looked to the vault hunters, seems right in this moment to answer him as she did them. Removed, on high such as angel's were. ]
Then you're in luck. I specialise in watching over people like you.
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When he speaks of messes, she looks up to him quick and light with a smile, her eyes are still shining, not just for the illusion that mutes the world around them, but where she is connected to pieces of technology by instinct and need to watch over the hive in her way. The light shining out from underneath them - and how she looked to the vault hunters, seems right in this moment to answer him as she did them. Removed, on high such as angel's were. ]
Then you're in luck. I specialise in watching over people like you.