[color=teal][sub][i]January 12 2079[/i][/sub][/color][hr]
[Colour=lightgray]He wasn't sure if his new colleague was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him or if she really was so oblivious to social etiquette, but the only response Artem could muster was a slight grin. As he swept around the car he could feel her eyes fixed to his expression almost taunting him.

"[/colour][Colour=Teal]I was in an accident when I was a child. I got hit by a car, my arm got crushed. Thankfully we got enough money from the settlement to pay for the damages.[/Colour][Colour=lightgray]"

Water began trickling off of curved silver panels draining along the small canals set into the floor. Slightly adjusting the aim of a heater Artem inspected the diminishing coat of ice. The thin metal plates that made up his forearm silently bounced and jinked out of place every time he squeezed the bottle of deicing spray.

"[/colour][Colour=Teal]What about you? no bionics, no nothing?[/Colour][Colour=lightgray]" He pulled a pack of cigarettes from him pocket, plucking one free between his lips.[/Colour] "[Colour=Teal]You know they can make you taller.[/Colour][Colour=lightgray]" 

His impish grin quickly returned as he fired back. Pulling a lighter from the opposite pocket Artem lit his cigarette. With pursed lips he sucked the smoke into his mouth before taking a deep breath. With some semblance of surprise he quickly tilted the heater once more realising it had almost made it through the ice. It took a moment for Artem to exhale, there was no noticeable smoke on his breath and had they been in a deathly quiet room Varya might have heard the vents in his neck whirr into action. Regardless of his array of macabre tattoos there was nothing that quite made Artem look as sinister as his neck vents when he smoked.

The cigarette was quickly thrown on the floor and snuffed out as Artem saw the burly figure of his boss burst through the door at the end of the bay. Normally Artem would take a moment to compose himself but thankfully he was not the focus of Oleg's attention. Climbing the rusted iron catwalk stairs two officers followed en-toe. He had seen them once before, it was odd that they would be back so soon especially considering the shop hadn't had any issues with break ins. With a squint of his eyes Artem began to ruminate as to their true reason for coming back. Oleg shuffled them into the first floor office before closing the door behind them.

He looked back at Varya, the technicolor plexiglas screen in hand. With a flip of a switch Artem turned the two heaters off, their feint buzz replaced by the drips of water pouring off the car. He gave her a quick smile, obviously not genuine as his mind was now elsewhere.[/Colour]