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Looking slightly bemused, Automaton settled for a slow nod - it felt like the safest as Planck walked away. Weird kid. But then, the message was clear. Wonderland would accept her. She wasn't really sure if that idea was exciting or utterly terrifying, but it was definitely one of the two. Maybe best not to think about too hard.

As for Askaryan, she turned back to him with a short chuckle. [color=cyan]"What can I say? I've had enough 'charm' busted out on me for one day. As for pulling you out... seemed like a good idea at the time."[/color] 

Robin paused. Well, no. From a survival perspective, the decision was an unnecessary risk. It had been mostly been on a whim, and there was no denying it was impulsive, but there was at least some reason behind it. [color=cyan]"I guess I'd rather not leave anyone to the dogs if I can help it, y'know? It's not like I've got any reason to care about that fight. With the Protectorate and all the murderous vigilante types around... Sure, we were on opposite sides, but that doesn't mean I'm interested in watching you go down permanently. Like I said, I'm a sweetheart deep down."[/color]

She really wasn't sure how much truth that statement held, but it'd do for now. [color=cyan]"Besides, anyone that's willing to have some wordplay mid-fight is cool with me. So you're welcome."[/color]

Still, looked like clearing out wasn't an option if she wanted a quick heal. That being said, she'd have to slice it all open again if she didn't fix it here, so she glanced uncomfortably at Askaryan before deciding he'd probably seen worse. If nothing else, Robin had enough sense to make her parts easily repairable, so it'd be a quick surgery - and she was more than capable of being precise with her blades.

[color=cyan]"Try not to startle me while I'm dong this, would you?"[/color]

Not to say that it didn't hurt as she gritted her teeth, cut her way in, and began tinkering with the machinery. It took a minute or two to do, her breaths shuddering unevenly, and by the time she stopped her arm was way bloodier than it had been. The concrete shard that had been lodged inside was yanked out and lay on the ground - a few lumps of ragged flesh hanging from it. But the circuitry seemed to have been mostly repaired... somehow. That kind of rapid repair was something she'd only try with a healing effect active.

The worst part was making the movements slow. It wasn't like a band-aid that you could just tear off all at once - a slow, constantly changing pain, though this one had been a relatively simple procedure. Installing what little hardware she had right now had eclipsed it in terms of pain and physical difficulty, not to mention the hours of recovery time required.

Which didn't change the fact that it still [i]hurt like a bitch[/i].

Slowly regaining control of her breath, her voice was slightly shaky as she spoke to Askaryan again. [color=cyan]"That [i]never[/i] gets more fun."[/color] Forcing a chuckle, she looked at her handiwork. It'd take a few minutes for the wounds to completely regenerate, the blade withdrawing as she was satisfied. [color=cyan]"You know, [i]some[/i] Tinkers get to make lasers instead."[/color] Talk about drawing the short straw, huh?