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"Being careful can be so difficult," Synnove replied, allowing him to take her arm and fix it. Normally she would be able to fix it, but her mind was completely elsewhere and she had no idea what she had done to mess it up so badly. And it was difficult working on her own arm, after all it meant she only had one hand to work with. "Yeah, I guess maybe I should. I'm just not good at being nice to people I don't like, you know?" She experimentally flexed her right hand, flashing Nax a thankful smile. It was working just fine now, thankfully. Maybe she should be more careful... After all it was this arm that allowed her continue doing all the things she could do. Engineering was difficult with only one arm. "I'm hoping I'll be somewhere else in two years." She sighed softly. "It's just I'm beginning to wonder if I made the right decision moving from electrical engineering into laser technology. Hell, I don't even know if I made the right decision beginning to work as an engineer rather than making my living off computing." She sighed softly, speaking as she stood and followed Nax over to the food vendors.

"Food sounds, and smells, good," she murmured as they reached the area with all of the food vendors. She wandered around all of the vendors, taking time to look at their wares and decide whether she wanted something or not. Food would be good... very good. Unhealthy preferably. Unhealthy food was always the best. She would do some form of exercise to work it up that evening. Anyway, there was nothing wrong with a treat now and then. She ate healthy food all of the time, just like most people did. Technology really helped when it came to eating well. Nutrition guides were quite common now, and relatively handy. Syn followed hers most of the time. Okay, that was a lie. When she felt like it. But she was in perfectly good shape.

She eventually came to stand beside Nax, glancing at what he had ordered. That looked pretty good. "Yeah, I'll get something. I'll buy it myself, though." She flashed him a smile. She had recently got payment from a small, but rich, company that she had helped with computer network security after they had been hacked and lost quite a few of their files. Of course she hadn't been the one who had done the hacking... no that would just be unethical. But it was nice having a reasonable amount of money, and with having that came spending it on herself on stuff such as this. "I'll have another one of those, please," she pointed to what her friend was eating. She got her earpiece scanned and took the sandwich, immediately beginning to wolf it down. It tasted just as good as it had smelled.

"Walking around a bit might be good. We can work off the calories we put on due to this," Syn laughed, taking another bite. She was pretty quickly devouring the unhealthy sandwich. Soon it was gone... and she wanted another one. No, that wouldn't be good. One was more than enough. It was certainly unhealthy enough. Arching an eyebrow curiously the young woman followed him over to the wooded area, slightly confused as to why he was heading over there. It was almost as if he had seen something... She hadn't. But then again, that wasn't surprising. She was terrible at noticing things.

Okay then, he had seen something. Syn crouched down to pick up the other sharp, holding it at about an arms length away from her green eyes which were narrowed as they look at it. Her piece was more of an uneven trapezium in shape with rather sharp edges and reasonably pointy corners. Nax's would work better as a weapon... but she really doubted these were meant to be used as weapons. "Maybe someone dropped them?" Syn shrugged, closing on eyes as tried to inspect hers. "Because people like to leave things in wooded areas. And everyone around here litters." She pursed her lips, rummaging around her tools and pulling out a small laser pointer. It was quite rudimentary technology, nothing dangerous. It just produced a beam of light. She had made it herself, though, when she was younger so it had some kind of sentimental value. And it came in handy at points. "They could be part of a secret plot to take over the world!" She smirked slightly, shining her laser into the mirror shard to see what happened. "Hey, this is weird. It's reflecting, like it should do, but the laser also seems to be going through it... odd. Some kind of optical illusion or something."

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"Congrats, really glad it went well," Keir smiled. "But, Emmy, you know how stressful premieres are," he whined good naturedly. "I do love seeing your movies, but the premieres... And what will people say when you turn up with me? Some badly dressed, obviously nerdy boy. I'll completely ruin your good image. But I guess I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I? As long as I don't have to socialise too much. And I think I have a nice outfit somewhere in my wardrobe... It's probably covered in dust and been eaten by some kind of creature."

He smiled as Emmy began to sing to his absent-minded playing, concentrating on it a bit more and just allowing all the music that had been stuck inside him to flow out into the tune which was quickly gaining more of a shape. He gave her a half hearted glare at the lyric choice. She was trying to make a point here, wasn't she? It was times like this when he began to regret his decision to study chemistry, rather than pursuing a career in music. Some small part of him wanted him to abandon university and follow that wild dream. But what would his parents say? They would undoubtedly withdraw all support. And he doubted he would make it. Only the best made it in the world of music. And while his tunes were nice enough they weren't that great.

"Going outside? That's sounds pretty terrifying," Keir laughed lightly. "And I'll have you know the ways of the hermit are brilliant ways. It means little social interaction. And no fresh air." He smiled and allowed Emmy to pull him up to his feet. "I guess going out would be good... and I do need some more food. Last night I had beans on toast for dinner... But I didn't have many beans." He nodded. "We can do that on the way back, though." He headed over to the door and picked up a pair of trainers placed on a shoe rack just beside it, pulling them on. "How about we go to the park? Its always relaxing... And plenty of fresh air there, unpolluted by cars."

He headed out of the door, waiting for her to follow before locking up. "Remind me to write down that song when we get back. It want to develop it... it wasn't too bad. Although the lyrics you added were absolutely teasingly," he spoke teasingly, glancing at his friend with a light smile. He headed down to the stairs, humming the tune that he had just been playing to himself as he walked out the flat. He seemed to be trying to work out exactly what he wanted with the song, smoothing out certainly faults so it would be decent enough to write onto paper. He paused, frowning thoughtfully before going back to the beginning and humming again.

"Got it! Definitely remind me to write it down," Keir grinned. "It's really developing in my mind." He pushed his glasses up his nose as he walked at quite a casual pace along the road, finding it weird to once again be outside. It was nice. He should really try to get out more while studying. "So, do you have any other acting jobs at the moment? How about singing? That going well. If you ever want someone to help with writing a song or to play the guitar or piano or something I'm available. I don't charge much, I'm just a skint student." It was, honestly, really great to see Emmy doing so well in such a difficult industry. He was sure she would be properly famous sooner or later. Although, if that happened, she might be dragging him to premieres on very regular basis. That was a really terrifying thought. What if she had a massive fanbase that he had to compete with to be number one fan? That would just be so weird. If she became famous she would constantly be pestered by the press. He might be pestered by the press. He really should stop thinking about all that... it was something in the future.