[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: The Commissary[/center][hr][hr]Tryke blinked, her eyes wide. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wspGr5OOHQE]The world went[/url] into slow motion as she stared at the masterpiece of machinery. Managing to stop herself from drooling, Tryke blinked again, perhaps letting silence fall longer than was socially acceptable. But she couldn't help herself. It was like seeing Adonis, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life. Taking a breath, it hitched in her throat slightly, but she was too transfixed to mutter an apology.

Was this love at first sight?

Nearly forgetting her own food that she'd nabbed, Tryke sat down across from Marx, her large amber eyes continuing to look at the arm. She'd never seen anything like it before, and had it not been entirely weird, she would have asked his permission to remove it from him in order to properly examine it. Almost not hearing his question, Tryke laughed awkwardly, a bit too slow, a bit too soft, and a bit too mechanic. 

[color=cc66ff]"...He breaks a lot of shit,"[/color] Tryke explained bluntly, forcibly tearing her gaze from his fine piece of machinery and up to his face. [color=cc66ff]"It's a miracle this bloody tower is still standing...And I'm not joking there. I wouldn't shed a tear if the prick was impaled one day because of one of his messes...."[/color]

Trailing off, Tryke allowed herself to peak at the arm again. Flirting and all that sort of thing didn't come naturally to her. There wasn't any sort of scientific relationship to explain it. [color=cc66ff]"....I like your arm,"[/color] Tryke said bluntly. [color=cc66ff]"It's a custom job, isn't it?"[/color]