[center][h2]Amalie Brunnenhild[/h2][/center]

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Amalie seemed too focused to allow Bianca's outburst to fluster her much.  Instead, she seemed a small bit frustrated when Monique mentioned their old gear was done for.  "How unfortunate."  She mumbled to herself.  She listened to the rest of the information before being told she had thirty minutes to get prepped.  She looked to Bianca and smiled, "Well, if you do work on them yourself, let me know if you need a hand with them."  The elf then turned and left before anyone else had anything to say to her.  She scrambled to the bay she left her armor in.

As she made it to the bay, she tapped on a few buttons on the back of the armor and set her datapad on a nearby table.  Amalie hummed along as the back of the armor slid apart, welcoming Amalie into it's confines.  It was a repurposed design from the armor back when she started on this project, however it was made less armored since she wasn't as concerned about protecting herself from being shot or stabbed by various kinds of weapons, though she tried to keep the aesthetic similar if not a bit more... Sleek? 

Amalie, still humming a song from her learning days, entered her suit. First her arms slid into their spots, soon followed by slipping her feet into the boots and her legs flush against the cuisses region.  Her hands met the gauntlets and her fingers gave a little wiggle to affirm her fingertips pressed as far as they could.  The last thing was making she her torso were pressed up against the chestplate before the armor slid its entrance closed.  Around her neck metal slid, fashioning a fancy metal collar encasing the Thalodreal woman inside a cushy prison of her own design.  There was very little room to move her body. If she were lucky enough, Amalie might be able to maneuver enough to scratch an itch, something she planned on rectifying when she figured out a practical solution.

However, the elf tested the servos in the exosuit to make sure there were no issues from her previous diagnostic.  "Check.... One?"  She wiggled the fingers and moved her arms. "Two?"  She took some steps, making some big, awkward steps to make sure some of the scripting was working as intended.  "Three."  The engineer stepped around normally as she reached up with her right hand to her computer and pulled out a retractable cord, connecting it to the system of her exosuit that was by the collar.  

A sound echoed in her earpiece, "AB15X Prototype, online.  All systems online."  As the computer had said, her eyepiece reported that all systems were perfect.  She grabbed the datapad she had set down and tapped a spot on the rear side of her torso. A padded hiding spot opened that allowed her to safely deposit her device in case she needed to work with her hands, or have someone read off data for her.  With that, she was all set and went to meet up with the rest of the party before departing.

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With the bit of insulation she installed in the already crowded exosuit, Amalie felt fairly warm in all by her head on the walk to the site.  The longer they were away from camp, however, the colder she felt.  "I wish I could have managed to install a heater of some sort in here."  She complained to the small group as they moved to the camp.  As the arrived, Amalie was quite interested in the structure, pondering it as the walked to the camp and met Otelius and Khalisa. 

Amalie listened to their self introduction and Cellica's response.  "Definitely... Improvised.  I'm rather concerned with the rampant mana from there.  I believe my gear might be a bit useless there depending on what's in... There..." She trailed off as she looked at 'Lizzie' for few seconds before forgetting what she was saying and heading toward the mech. "Quality craft is easy on the eyes in such a tumultuous place.  Beautiful."  She gave the machine a pat as if it were a cute animal.