Scene #8928: It's Yuria Time!

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Angela	"...So let me get this straight. You want us to make one of our Blades for a girl there that looks like she can barely lift one." The large Stigma Workshop Meister, Henry, asks of Phillip, who is kind of squirming underneath his gaze, especially since the much taller man is pushing his face into Phillip's with a big scowl right there. "Um, Salvador said she'd need to be geared up. A Color asked us to take her on and--" "...Then the Color," Henry seems skeptical of the very idea. "Should come here and tell us to outfit her. We can't just give our gear to someone who will make it look bad." Phillip bristled. "Now see here. We have a Contract and she is employed with the office--and denigrating..my...coworker..." He swallows nervously at a look from the man. "I can go back to Salvador but then he'd just come by..." Henry stalls a moment at which point another worker, presently lining up the blades along a conveyer belt and pulling down a large imprinting machine to stamp the Stigma Workshop insignia, speaks up. "'Eeey. 'Ow 'bout Yuria? She's with the workshop and has been bitchin' to us about getting a real job. Fulfills the duty of our Contract just fine and she keeps modifying the work anyway. If it doesn't work out, it won't get back to us." Henry crosses his arms. "Any issues with that, junior?" PREVIOUSLY Phillip had been asked by Salvador to get Meika geared up because by all appearances--she's not appropriately set up either in augments, gear, attire, or anything--for Fixer Grade 8 work let alone the sort of work the Dawn Office tends to take on. The last thing Salvador or anyone in Dawn Office wants is for the person sent to them to die when they were clearly meant to nurture her talents, even if they don't know what those talents are. Phillip clearly didn't seem to think he'd run into this issue and is trying to keep the job on track without going back a failure but he's also a fairly new Fixer himself and has confidence issues whereas these the meister here has different issues entirely and pride on the line. NOW "We won't accept shoddy craftsmanship--" Phillip warns. "HA! It'll do what she wants it do, I'll tell you that much." Henry chortles, jerking his head to send one of his apprentices off to fetch this 'Yuria'. The Workshop is relatively small relative to the other Workshops as befitting the primary employer of gear towards another small office--along one wall there's pictures of various Fixers who must be high grade or maybe even Colors--hard to tell without the knowledge--even if Gebura isn't posted there. Meika HAS seen various instrument cases on the way in to the forging area that look rather like Yuna's but she's off doing real work, leaving Phillip as the unfortunate babysitter. Most of the weapons she's seen seem to have some kind of heat-wiring component to them but there's some occassional offshoot looking ones.
Meika Kirenai	With Philip as her anchor point to look towards and draw stability in unfamiliar circumstances, Meika is utterly doomed. Under the workshop Meister's gaze, she's wilting- and yet, somehow less so than the other Fixer is. Visibly tired, even if not as faded-away as she'd been previous months, and trying to dissapear within the clashingly-themed red and grey letterman she's fond of wearing, she'd be more out of place if Philip himself didn't seem so... himself. A step behind Philip, and just off to the side, Meika's own posture is backfoot-defensive, one hand squeezing her upper arm and crossing her torso like a shield. Thoughts to interject or counter Henry's claim cross her mind, visible in how she scowls and looks away with those awful-red eyes, but they don't cross her lips as anything but mumbles. "... I wouldn't know what I'm doing with a sword, what would I need to hold one for..." Her voice stays quiet, but it's like tugging on Philip's sleeve for her to say anything at all. Older men talking about her, in front of her, disparagingly, isn't unfamiliar- but it's never easy and it's always skin-crawlingly uncomfortable. Henry isn't wrong. She just hates that, and hates the way he's putting it all. "... And I wouldn't- I'm not going to embarrass you, or whatever... nobody would even care, or..." "... Whatever. If it doesn't work out, that's-" Meika cuts off, when Philip actually raises a half-defending point, that at least their boss would have a complaint with them being forced to leave empty-handed out of a craftsman's pride. The stamp machine hisses and clunks down, causing meika to flinch even as the worker at it pipes up. "... Is- is anything wrong with that, Mister Philip?" She's not sure which person Henry meant by 'junior', and isn't making any charitable assumptions towards herself. 'It'll do what she wants it do,' "Huh? What she wants it to-? That's..." The nuance in difference from 'it'll work', or 'it won't be shoddy', is noted, and confusion seeps into the girl's expression. "... This isn't some sort of prank, is it..? I don't- no, forget it. That's stupid. Sorry." A shuffling half-step more behind Philip. "... Do you all make instruments, or something, Mister Henry..? What's with all the cases..?" Metalwork, heating coils, but no musical contraptions in sight, she purposefully shifts topic as her eyes scan the surroundings, to not look directly at the shop's meister, and avoid wilting more. "I don't get it."
Angela	Phillip is not sure which person Henry meant by 'junior' and isn't making any charitable assumptions towards himself. He looks towards Meika when she asks if something would be wrong with taking an apprentice's work. "Hard to say." He admits softly. "He's right that a sword might not be ideal so maybe this apprentice will have something more suitable ready..?" He kind of shifts to a less certain tone partway through his words. He isn't accustomed to being the senior in the relationship and-- --he kind of primps himself up a bit, realizing that he IS a senior and should try to be a good role model, and show confidence, and be more like Yuna and Sal. "Yes," He says with confidence he's pretending isn't shaky. "We'd have to check the work first, of course--I've been here before so--" ''Do you all make instruments, or something?'' "Ahah..." Henry is friendlier about this question, readily amused. "It's a stylistic aspect but we don't actually make instruments. What makes these babies special is that they store more inside than they appear. We used to just make them normal bags but they weren't found to be aesthetically pleasing, so we made them instrument cases so they'd stand out a little from the other kinds of inverse-space packages." "YO HOOOOOO~" A bright faced woman looking about Meika's age--maybe a little older--appears, arriving with the journeyman that went off to fetch her. She's wearing a Stigma Workshop uniform, a sort of grey and drab affair but unlike the other workers has gone to the trouble of adding accessories to the outfit to 'pretty' iit up as best she could. A bright red ripping is affixed near her neck with a little gear in the center. She is wearing a little tophat that has a white polar bear plush affixed to it and a reddish brown bear (with another ribbon) on her hip. She seems to not exactly appreciate the uniform she's in but her face does explode into a huge smile upon seeing Meika. "Well hello there, what are you doing hiding behind this beanpole--" Yuria crouches down, looking into Meika's eyes for a moment. "It's her, right? I can finally pass on my own work to someone? Yes yes yesss...! You won't regret this, I'll put the Stigma Workshop to shame--" Henry clears his throat, "We're the Stigma Workshop, you're not a Meister yet and with the way you're going I'll never let you be one. Don't embarass us with this opportunity and we'll SEE about making you a journeyman." Yuria sticks out her tongue. "Puh-lease... I'm gonna have my own workshop one day..." The other Stigma workmen have a chuckle over this but she clearly wasn't joking. "Yuria...!" Yuria extends a hand. "Nice to meetcha!" She beams happily. Phillip is a little relieved to have some attention off of him and he considers the cases. "Cases aren't weapons exactly but getting some storage wouldn't be a bad idea either." He murmurs.
Meika Kirenai	"... They're- yeah. Not a sword. That'd be silly. They're not like- like sticks in backyards, or whatever. I know you can't just pick them up and pretend to know what you're doing. That's- that's childish. I'm not some stupid kid." There's not really a point she's making, talking to Philip, and the words she's saying don't really come from somewhere with heart. Besides- in all her times playing knights in the backyard with her little sisters, swords weren't ever what she'd gone for. "I'd just get hurt. If there's something better, that's- Yeah." If Philip's forced confidence reads as fake to Meika, she doesn't really show it, tension fading just a bit as he tries at all to be the anchor she's reliant on him being, even if all it amounts in is her feeling a hair better about this all. Maybe that's something Philip can take pride in. "Oh. Stylistic? Like, a brand thing..? Or- wait, are they like in those old crime movies, where gangsters will keep, like, guns in them or something..?" Her lips purse, staring off at the manufacturing processes. "... That's- that's really cool, actually. Like... hiding functions in plain sight... wait, and they're, like, bigger inside..? That's-" 'YO HOOOOOO~' Meika jolts, and ducks behind Philip again- not full on hiding, but hoping his presence will be ablative armor against a shouty new person. That shifts, some, as she peeks out to take in said new person, though, the obvious eagerness leaking off every aspect of her demeanor quickly wearing away at Meika's nervousness. "Huh? I'm not-" Meika steps out from behind Philip more, so she's lying less when she responds. "I'm not hiding. He's just- he knows how this works, I'm..." Meika's head tilts a bit to the side, red eyes scanning over Yuria. Modified uniform, cheery expression, hat, the stuffed bears, the red ribbons-- Meika absentmindedly, for need of something to fidget with, picks at one of the old band-aids wrapped around her finger knuckles. "... They have polar bears here..?" A small pointing gesture towards Yuria's hat-affixed plush. "I- I don't know who else you'd be looking for, or... yeah. I..." She pauses as Henry chastises Yuria, and pipes in back to her former topic, as a petty little combo add-in, and to take her own little shot, "... Yeah? Putting them to shame sounds like you've got something neat, Miss. I bet you will." Polar bear plush means instant alliance against someone she's already sick of rudeness from. Worse, she giggles when Yuria sticks her tongue out at Henry. 'Nice to meetcha!' "... Ah-? Oh. Right. Meika." Caught off guard by the return of attention, she stares down at the outstretched hand, and- tugging her jacket cuffs up over her palms, shakes it. "It's... nice to meet you too, Miss Yuria. I like your... you seem nice." Immediately, her attention is grabbed back by Philip, even if he's just mumbling to himself. A bit of her growing excitement might be an attempt to push his permission, if thought on too much, though. "Oh, huh? You mean one of those cases..? It... wouldn't be bad to get one..? Really, Mister Philip?"
Angela	Yeah, Phillip thinks, you can pretend you're at all confident. You should be confident by now right? Why aren't you? That's why you are constantly struggle in situations like this. ''Old crime movies, where gangster will keep, like, guns in them or something..?'' "Mm....Oh like a film? I remember saving up to get tickets once... It was really something... But sure, yeah, you keep weapons in them--you can even set it so they'll automatically lash out..." Henry explains. Yuria also has a few bandaids, actually, some on her hands, some on her shoulders... One on her face... She doesn't mess with the bandaids at all, though she seems the opposite of anxious. ''... They have polar bears here..?'' "Oh! Not ''here'' here. But I saw them in one of the zoos when I got a day pass to a Nest for a job... She was so cute. Her name was Iceflake! That vision stuck with me ever since so I had to make a little 'Iceflake' for myself. I kind of LOVE bears? But a polar bear's fur is something else..." She presses her hand to her cheek, forgetting her job for a moment. ''Sounds like you've got something neat, Miss.'' "Sounds like ''you'' have excellent taste!" Yuria isn't exactly hard to please, brimming with pride while the men of the workshop are kind of rolling their eyes. Yuria doesn't really need their approval--which is partly why she's probably never going to have it. But she's still taking this as an opportunity to prove herself. ''She giggles when Yuria sticks her tongue out'' Henry looks to Phillip. "I don't care for this disrespect she's encouraging--" Phillip has an easier time with this one. "...You sort of brought this one upon yourself, didn't you?" Phillip asks. "I think it's good, um--" He does awkwardly trail off there. He shouldn't antagonize them any more than this. They don't exactly think much of him already and if he ruined the Workshop's relationship with the Danw Office they'd really be in trouble. "No direspect meant--" Henry rolls his eyes and adds, "If I was the type to get mad about it I'd have thrown 'er out already. She's decent. Anyway /I'm/ gonna get back to work." Henry turns pointedly away, back to the forge. Yuria smiles, "You seem nice too, but hm---do you have any idea what you might be looking for? Oh I have a little something--But we should go to my space--" ''You mean one of those cases..?'' She called him Mister Phillip. You're supposed to be the senior here...! Stupid Phillip, no wonder Sal just has you making tea and Yuna can't stand the sight of-- "Yeah," Phillip says. "That's not a bad idea. It really works out well for Yuna and--you mentioned being a marksman so you could bring any gear from Outside--" Yuria beams. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh?? Are you an OUTSIDER? Like The DAME COMMANDER? Oh wow, wow--okay, I'm gonna give you a GREAT deal." Yuria beams ever brighter, as if trying to encourage Meika to ask just what that great deal is. Or Phillip, she isn't that picky, but she seems focused enough on Meika that it's like she's forgotten Phillip was there.
Meika Kirenai	"... Automatically lash out..? They're- the're weapons, themselves..? Oh, that's kind of..." She trails off, uncertain whether it's scarier than it is sick, and settles on simply having a hard time imagining it. It's not like she's seen Yuna really fight, yet. "... It's a neat style to take." 'But I saw them in one of the zoos when I got a day pass to a Nest for a job...' "Yeah! I got to see a couple at a zoo once, I- and I've got a hoodie with one on it, I don't think it's got a name, or... oh, what were the ones there called..." She hushes up for a second, trying to remember, a slight smile passively on her face. That's rare for Meika. "Iceflake's a cute name for one- Cranbeary! That's w-what one of them was called! Isn't that a great name her..? They're- I think they're my favorites." "It's really something else..." Freeing a hand from her pocket, Meika pinches at a strand of her always-somewhat-unkempt hair, demonstrating its shock-white color. "I match with them!~" A second later she breaks out into a big giggle at her own joking comparison. 'I don't care for this disrespect she's encouraging--' "Huh? I-" She hushes up as Philip says something, souring further- the slight rise in her hopes that Philip might actually do anything crumples as he trails off into excuse-making nothingness. "... R-right. Sorry, mister." 'Anyway /I'm/ gonna get back to work.' Meika relaxes the second Henry's back turns to her- even if it still leaves her more tense than she'd like. She waits until he's what she assumes to be out of earshot, before muttering to Yuria and Philip her complaints. "... What's his problem, did he get a stick stup up his..." "... Whatever. It's- Ah? Yeah, if- if you've got a workspace, that's better than standing just..." A nervous glance off the direction Henry wandered, before she starts answering Yuria's actual question. "... I don't really know what I'm after, or- well, it's not like your boss isn't right. I just want a- it'd be stupid to not have something to fight with, more than bringing a bat along, but..." 'That's not a bad idea.' As she follows along with Yuria, a fraction of Meika's dissapointed opinion of Philip heals, and she pipes up, "Oh! Right, my gun- that's a good reason. I'd be less-" Dead weight to carry, implied, Philip surely can guess, "-I'd be able to do more, getting that here..." Plus, transparently, she thinks the cases are cool. Her eyes fix on them as they walk past. 'Are you an OUTSIDER? Like The DAME COMMANDER?' "... Huh? Oh. Yeah. I- I, sorry, I guess I keep thinking everyone can tell, or..." A quiet blink. "... 'The Dame Commander'- um, you don't mean, Lilian Rook..? You know- oh, right, the video..? I actually work fo-" A sharp cutoff. "... Why..? Is it that weird, Miss..?" "... 'Great deal'? That's- cheaper's probably good, right..? What's the deal..?" She waits before speaking, looking up at Philip, and piping up when he fails to. If having to do so irritates her, it doesn't really show.
Angela	Phillip is doing his best but his best, as has been noted, can be seen as a bit critical. He isn't exactly happy about this treatment but he is an awkward shy man and a bit of a coward. He can push it off for a time, he'd maybe even want to do more! But he just... can't. "Well she's the sort of person who handles a lot of missions on her own. Unlike that charity case." Henry jerks his head towards Phillip who sighs and looks away but doesn't argue. Yuria's eyes sparkle when Meika mentions she too has bear apparel. ... Abearal... No no Apparel. "Cranberry..." Yuria says before clarifying. "CranBEARy. I see I see! This one is actually a sort of, um, mascot character." She taps the reddish one with an index finger. "I guess it was sort of my gateway to more bearppreciation." She pinches her own hair. "I guess I match one of them..." Phillip has an easier time when Henry leaves and he mumbles, "He knows we have stuff we need so he gets to thrash us around. Salvador wouldn't have stood for anything like this..." He clenches his fist in frustration. "...Got a lot to learn." Meika isn't the only one disappointed in Phillip. He knows he was sent on this mission so he could learn the importance of being someone's senior. And the last thing he wants is for the newbie to stumble because of HIM fucking up. He'd probably just throw himself into the Great Lake if he felt responsible for that. YUri leads the two to her own workshop. IT's in a little offshoot room from the rest of the Workshop. It has a blown up poster of Lilian Rook on one wall and numerous bear-slanted plush dolls and accessories, including a bear-ear headband, little bear beanbag plushes, and a bean-bear-bag-chair. But most of the space is taking up by a drafting desk, discarded tools, bits of scrap and dust, and yes--some weapon like devices. There's a bear that has a sawblade sticking out of its chest like a carebear, a long staff of some kind, a backpack that just seems to be a ...backpack from a cursory examination, and a few other bits and bobs here and there. The whole space is considerably more lively and colorful than the rest of the Workshop. "Hm? You usually use a bat?" Yuria asks. "And you have a gun... I can't help with ammunition without seeing the gun but... A bludgeoning device! Yes, I can make something like that but...mm... SOmething with a little extra punch..." She is distracted. "We can get you a bag that's just ''a bag'', no special equipment inside--just for smuggling!--Oh but do you have a particular kind of bag you'd like? They're usually shaped like musical instruments but the case size will still weigh like itself-- And--Ah, I don't know her name I just...saw the fight, you know?" She turns back to Meika. "It was incredible. Weird though? Um, well, I don't think...that's the tact my brain is taking at all! I mean-- I think it's great. It's cool. It's...opportunity!" She grins, now kind of mischeviously about it. "Instead of charging you, I'm gonna put ''my'' makers mark on your new weapon--and if you tell whomever asks where you got it and you give them my name, my workshop... I'll finally be able to break away from this dump and make it out on my own...!" Phillip says, "Er... I guess ... not many workshops are taking job orders from the multiverse yet..." Phillip says, getting sort of caught up in Yuria's momentum.
Meika Kirenai	'Unlike that charity case.' Even before Henry motions towards Philip instead of her, Meika flinches. It's not like he'd be wrong. Getting instead to think about bears, and giggle along with someone friendly, Meika relaxes more than any half-measure Philip's taken in advocacy. She's not even using him as a wall anymore, absentmindedly shuffling more towards Yuria. 'This one is actually a sort of, um, mascot character.' "Oh! A mascot for what..? And- and you're right, your hair does match! That's really lucky, Miss. It's- it's a really nice color. I know bears aren't really ever that color, but... it's kind of like... red velvet cake, right..?" She points towards the red-brown mascot-bear. "Oh- Snrk, bearppreciation..? That's not even- that one doesn't work, that's-" Giggles overtake her before fading off, as the meister leaves, and Yuria starts to lead them both off, the motion calming the smile off her face. 'Salvador wouldn't have stood for anything like this...' Meika's teeth grit a bit, slight annoyance flashing across her face as if to say 'So why didn't you?'. '...Got a lot to learn.' "... Yeah. Sure thing, Mister Philip." 'A bludgeoning device!' "Ah..? I don't usually use- I just have a few bats, from a while back. But softball's not even what I did the most of. I just don't have my old hockey stick anymore." A shrugging motion that she intentionally shifts into rolling her shoulders, as she takes a distracted step away from Philip and Yuria, once they're all taken aside in Yuria's workspace area. Hesitant but not-cautious fingers reach out to poke the long staff that's propped up against something, and then rest down tapping on the surface of a bench. "... Extra punch..?" "I- I like the instrument case designs. But if it's just a bag, like... the violin ones are bag sized, aren't they?" Meika giggles- odd, as she's picking up a monkey wrench and putting it down in another spot, for no other reason than to fidget with something. "Smuggling's the right term, isn't it..? That's funny. I guess it'd just be for- yeah. That's really something. I'll... it wouldn't even be too much trouble to bring in my bullets myself, then? So that's- you wouldn't even need to help with that, Miss." 'Ah, I don't know her name I just...saw the fight, you know?' Meika points at the poster. "Oh. Y-yeah, that's... that's who I said. She's got... merchendise here..? And you don't know her name beyond-" She cuts off, worried she'll sound chastising. "... You have a lot of bears. What's- what's this one's name?" She pokes the bear-with-a-sawblade's sawblade- and then yelps a tiny little yelp, and shakes her hand. "... Sharp. R-right. Ow..." Meika sticks her saw-pricked finger into her mouth, biting it before turning back to Yuria as she's midway through explaining about maker's mark machinations. "... Ish that shomething you're... oh, no, you're definitely not shupposed to do that, right..?" She stops biting down on her own finger, and giggles. "That's a good idea. Let's- let's do that, if it'll make your boss mad, right..? He's- yeah. That's funny." Meika doesn't really share any mischevous gleam on her eyes, as they drift around the workshop, but she is still smiling. "... It's a little hopeful, though, that... me advertising for you would... work? I'm- I'm not anyone special, just for not being from here..? I'll- I can tell people who'd ask, but... I don't know who would." "... It's nice, though. To think it would do that."
Angela	Phillip flinches and looks away. Sure thing, Mister Phillip He's really fucking up. Maybe if it happens again... "Oh it was for something they called a 'Theme Park'." Yuria says. "To be honest I never got to visit! We were going to but, you know, life got in the way. But--my mom made it for me and then after--well, I guess I got interested in this kind of work after! And eventually I decided to make them a friend so." She taps 'Iceflake' with an index finger. Yuria collects the staff when Meika is done tapping it. She flicks the switch and it expels a plume of fire. "Mm....No, no, not like that." She sets the staff on her work table and pats around for her wrench but since Meika put it in a slightly different spot, Yuria spends like twenty seconds feeling around before she actually turns her head and sees the wrench is in a slightly different spot. She snags the wrench without comment when-- Meika pokes a sawblade. "Oh shit--are you okay?" She spins around in her chair to take a look at the finger. "Do you need a bandaid? There's one on the second shelf there Phillip." Phillip scans the shelves for a moment before taking out a small tin container of colorful bandaids. He offers it to Meika sheepishly. ''Smuggling's the right term, isn't it..?'' "Not at all, you could probably smuggle in a lot more--bigger on the inside than the outside. Might want to put any ammo you bring in a smaller container so it's easier to find tem rather htan just have them strewn all over the place." ''It wouldn't even be too much to bring in my bullets myself, then?'' "Least until customs catches on but I figure you've got at least several months before that happens." She looks to the poster. "Lilian Rook, huh--Oh no no no, I didn't buy this. I took a picture from the video feed and enlarged it and then printed it out. To remind myself times are changing and I'm gonna be the one to take advantage of it." She nods to the bear with a sawblade. "Paddington." She says. "I thought going for something like 'Sharpie' would be mean--" Phillip doesn't complain about Yuria doing what she's not supposed to do. He even smiles a little at the idea of it. He isn't brave himself, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate the bravery--or sticking it to the man, so to speak--in others. It's precisely that he can appreciate it that the absence in him screams so loudly. ''It's a little hopeful, though.'' "Maybe. It's a gamble." Now that she has her wrench she, well, she WRENCHES free the tip off the baton and then uses a pair of tweezers with rubber handles to slightly tweak the pair of prongs at the end. She presses the button once more and an electric spark dazzles between the two prongs. A moment after, Yuria screws the cap back on--presses the switch once more, and now a shimmering electrical shine crackles around the edge of the baton. She spins in her chair to offer the weapon to Meika. She'll notice it already has the insignia of a bear emblazoned on the shaft with the words 'YURIA ATELIR' lightly inscribed around it. "But I've got a good feeling! And besides, worst case, I arm my new friend and that's enough--not the biggest gamble I've made." Yuria winks. "If you think I'm being too nice, just bring some pictures of Cranbearry next time."
Meika Kirenai	"Oh! A theme park mascot, that's really..." She trails off, as Yuria's story continues, and implies less-than-cheery things. "... I've never been to one of those either, but they- they sound neat, Miss. I hope you get to. It's- yeah." The fire erupting up from the staff surprises Meika, and she backsteps, eyes wide. "That's- is that safe, indoors..? That's a lot of..." A second passes, another, and it's clear that the building isn't spontaneously burning down on the spot from that moments worth of flame. "W-wait, 'not like that'? Is something wrong with it..? Is it broken-" Yuria's unlooking reach out for where the wrench should be startles Meika, for a handful of seconds- and then she realizes, with a little guilty look on her face, and pushes the wrench over to where the other girl's hand is- "Um, it's- the wrench is- Here, sorry." Poking through the workshop contents offers both breathing room to let thoughts stray again to the often-present feeling nowadays, that something with this still feels too easy, too simple, and too good to not have some clear, keystone reason why, but also the distractions necessary to not stray for long. Too bad some of them are sharp. When the package of band-aids gets offered out her way, Meika shakes her head, and then pauses, offering up an apologetic glance to Philip. "Thanks, I'm- I'm fine. It's nothing bad, I- See, it's just a prick..." She splays out her hand, to prove such- but mostly to push away that tiny instance of help. "Actually- hang on, no, let me..." She takes the tin from Philip's hand, pulls a band-aid out of it, and sticks it in her coatpocket, before pushing it back to him- a small little nod of thanks, this time. "... Bigger on the inside? That's kind of- that's really cool, right..? If it works for a couple months for getting stuff in, that's... I mean, it's bound to be better than nothing, yeah?" She giggles. "I'll have to make good use while I can." "... Pad-ding-ton..." Sounded out, each syllable matched with a tap of her (not-poked) fingertips against the workbench. "Oh! There's a- a brand I saw, from this one bakery my sister likes back home, they sell this... fancy, imported marmelade, with a little bear mascot, with the same name! Isn't that funny!" She seems pleased with this coincidence. Watching Yuria work, Meika hushes up- save for a small little gasp when she sees the modified staff spark like lightning. Wide-eyed, it's no hassle to shove the weapon into her hands, her gaze staying fixed on the electrified sides of its striking area. "... And that switch that does that, that's-" -Click--bzzrt!- "-That one! Yeah! Got it!" Air crackles with ozone-sharp pricklyness as Meika moves the stick back and forth a bit, it hits Meika for the first time that this is, properly, a weapon. She lets go of the button, and stills its motion, holding it closer to herself. "... So it's... you hit with this part, and it'll... do the trick..?" '-not the biggest gamble I've made.' "Ah-? I'll- yeah, I can try and get some photos of Cranbeary. I'll- yeah, next time." Meika's thumb brushes against where Yuria's maker's insignia is etched into the weapon, thumbnail catching on the indent. The wink doesn't get thought about. "... Thanks for bothering. It'd- next time I have to stop by here, it's... nice that I'll get to deal with you, instead of that ass- that Henry guy." A quiet glance towards Philip, just to prod if he has anything further, or if business is easily settleable here- it's on Office business, after all. "... Guess Mister Salvador will be happy with the price, huh..? That's- that's got to be something, right, Philip? Thanks for- for coming along, to help, I guess." Not 'mister Philip' there, though its easy to tell the now-flat casualness in Meika's voice comes more from slight dissapointment more than fondness.
Angela	Yuria is relieved at the way Meika releases that little bit of pressure on the topic. She doesn't really want to spoil the mood--she does her best work when she's feeling inspired and dwelling on negative experiences is only going to make inspiration more difficult to grasp. Also that bit of flame--doesn't seem to set off any smoke detectors or sprinkler systems. That would be because there aren't any--though to a certain extent this makes sense when your workshop specialty are 'fire swords'. There was, at least, a fire extinguisher on the wall by Henry's smithy but there isn't one here. ''Is that safe, indoors..?'' "Prolly not," Yuria says. "But nobody's burned down the workshop yet!" (In the background, Phillip stomps out a small fire with his foot) Phillip opens his mouth but seems uncertain how to articulate what he wants to get across so he just nods numbly and will take the tin can back, setting it back on the shelf. "..." "Oh that is a funny coincidence. I just named it paddington becaused it was padded up with a ton of sawblades." Yuria admits. "I'm going to have to see what a real paddington looks like. Um. I really like bears." She's not one who is typically bashful at all so it's over quick. "I figured there's a lot of folks out there with threaded uniforms that can withstand a lot of heat but electricity's a great big equalizer. Even a paperclip is dangerous if you stick it into a socket. This just gives you some reach so you don't have to get too close but it'll be less useful against folks with bio-augments, G Corp Remnants and the like but the odds of you coming against bio-augments are pretty low in standard Fixer work. But hey--if you ever need more weapons... You know where to find me!" ''Guess Mister Salvador will be happy with the price, huh...?'' "He's a good man. He is well respected among Fixer offices because he doesn't complain about work but he doesn't ... try to screw anyone. I think he'll be more glad you've got a Meister who cares about your wellbeing. That's worth more than any single weapon." Honestly just being 'Phillip' is kind of a relief in spite of what it means, but at least their relationship seems to merely be rocky rather than utterly demolished. He wonders how someone who seems so utterly unprepared for The City seems to navigate it better than he can but... Don't dwell on useless things, Phillip. ''Thanks for coming along, to help, I guess.'' "...Yeah. Sorry." He murmurs. ''I can try and get some photos of Cranbeary.'' "Thank you so much, Meika! That'd be wonderful! Yeah, hopefully next time I'll have my own workshop! ... Heck, I'll come by the office when I do so I can letcha know!" She'll follow Meika and Phillip out, waving goodbye to them as they leave. A splash of color in an otherwise tired city.