"Look, Nimmie," Tori said a few hours of reminiscing later, as she replaced the newly-repaired Sigyn on the straps attached to her back, "It's been...wow. Just...wow. But I'm pretty much living on the road right now, and," she waved her scroll haphazardly in the air, "a new job just came in. I need to do it, and you probably shouldn't with your arm still a little shaky. I'll stay in touch with you, but I gotta go, alright?"

With that, she exited the repair workshop. Meeting Nimmie again had been even better than Tori had ever imagined. She was a tad miffed that it had been cut short by the order coming in. Pulling the left gauntlet out from its harness, she ran her finger over the deep nick on the backplate near the elbow joint, where it had been slashed up by Nimmie's Chopfyt during a sparring session barely a day before the incident occurred. "I guess I can afford to get rid of you now, huh?" she hummed to herself, smiling softly as she returned to the main room of the shop. Which, she suddenly realized with surprise and some embarrassment, was full of people doing quite a slew of different things.

During her work, her aura had replenished sufficiently to mend her bruised and/or broken bones, so it was with a strong stride and a cold stare that she returned her gauntlet to her back and stomped over to Maroon's counter. "I'm going out on that newest call. I need extra-fine grade dust powder. A [i]lot[/i] of it." 

She scrutinized what was put in front of her. "Alright," she said, doing her best to ignore the madness surrounding her and to carry on in a businesslike fashion, "I'll get some of this, this, this, this and twice as much of this," she continued in a clipped tone, pointing at, in order, red fire, cyan ice, yellow lightning, white air, and raven-purple gravity dusts respectively, before dumping a change purse of Lien on the countertop, not letting the hope that she actually had the money to afford it all show on her face. 

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After she checked out—she grimaced, examining the three Lien coins she still had on her person—she turned around. Her stomach flittered about with a combination of some sort of dread and a version of anticipation of what she was about to do. It had been a long time since she'd worked with anyone, but Nimmie's resurgence had left her feeling very alone in the world, and for the first time in years, Tori Frejsdottir found herself craving companions and teammates to fight alongside. After all, her Semblance was pretty useless alone. 

"I'm heading out on that newest order. Anybody care to come along? I'll watch your back if you watch mine."