[The question is an idle one, not something Archer is actively seeking an answer to. He recognizes the name of course, and he is aware of just how good of a mechanic she is, but he doubts she's seen automail like this before. Hell, he doubts she can do much to help given what little Johto has to offer in terms of automail technology. For a place so technologically-forward, it certainly didn't have much in the way of automail.]
Of course, Kimblee. I appreciate it.
[The words sound strangely hollow though and Archer can't quite place why. Kimblee's managed to calm him down a great deal, which means he's left with frustration and the pain that comes with the automail. Not physical pain - the pain medicine is still working wonderfully - but the pain of knowing he will always be like this, assuming Johto doesn't take pity on him and get rid of the automail once the weekend is up.]
You're still too good to me, you know.
[There's a bit of humor in his voice when he says it, but he's entirely serious. No one else would have approached him like this, he knows that. No one else would have been fearless enough - or reckless enough - to try to calm him down like this. Hell, he doubts Kimbley would have tried.
Thinking about Kimbley brings another stab of pain, but Archer brushes it aside - he's gotten good at that. His grip on Kimblee tightens for a moment though, but he finally releases after a moment.]
Perhaps we should head back to the house-- ah, the base, I mean.
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[The question is an idle one, not something Archer is actively seeking an answer to. He recognizes the name of course, and he is aware of just how good of a mechanic she is, but he doubts she's seen automail like this before. Hell, he doubts she can do much to help given what little Johto has to offer in terms of automail technology. For a place so technologically-forward, it certainly didn't have much in the way of automail.]
Of course, Kimblee. I appreciate it.
[The words sound strangely hollow though and Archer can't quite place why. Kimblee's managed to calm him down a great deal, which means he's left with frustration and the pain that comes with the automail. Not physical pain - the pain medicine is still working wonderfully - but the pain of knowing he will always be like this, assuming Johto doesn't take pity on him and get rid of the automail once the weekend is up.]
You're still too good to me, you know.
[There's a bit of humor in his voice when he says it, but he's entirely serious. No one else would have approached him like this, he knows that. No one else would have been fearless enough - or reckless enough - to try to calm him down like this. Hell, he doubts Kimbley would have tried.
Thinking about Kimbley brings another stab of pain, but Archer brushes it aside - he's gotten good at that. His grip on Kimblee tightens for a moment though, but he finally releases after a moment.]
Perhaps we should head back to the house-- ah, the base, I mean.
[They don't own that house any more, after all.]