"Nice to meet you, too, Comm--Tarn." Though she really did have trouble calling adults by their (in this case metaphorical) first names, that particular slip was tactical. Given the way Tarn acted, Val doubted he was ever going to be offended by too much courtesy.
"I can give you the 10-cent" whatever that was "tour, sure. Lemme grab my tablet." She trotted down the catwalk--a distance he could have reached without moving--to where there was an electronics workbench scattered with various human-scale components. From the mess she retrieved a similarly-sized datapad with a logo on the back that didn't match anything from Cybertronian history. That piece of tech, at least, she'd brought with her.
"I'm several iterations away from being able to build the equipment I'll need to start answering the question of how we got here and how we can not be here anymore, but on the engineering front I'm in pretty good shape," she said, gesturing around the room. "A lot of the machines are just to let me work on Cybertronian-scale tech without having to stand on someone's shoulder and tell them what components go where."
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"I can give you the 10-cent" whatever that was "tour, sure. Lemme grab my tablet." She trotted down the catwalk--a distance he could have reached without moving--to where there was an electronics workbench scattered with various human-scale components. From the mess she retrieved a similarly-sized datapad with a logo on the back that didn't match anything from Cybertronian history. That piece of tech, at least, she'd brought with her.
"I'm several iterations away from being able to build the equipment I'll need to start answering the question of how we got here and how we can not be here anymore, but on the engineering front I'm in pretty good shape," she said, gesturing around the room. "A lot of the machines are just to let me work on Cybertronian-scale tech without having to stand on someone's shoulder and tell them what components go where."