[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: The Commissary[/center][hr][hr]Tryke paused for a moment, mulling over Marx's words. His amazingly crafted arm had endeared him to her already, to the extent that she wasn't irritated by the newcomer. But Silvia? She continued to go back and forth about whether or not she was the best thing to happen to the Tower or the worst thing. Picking at her food, Tryke mulled it over. [color=cc66ff]"How often does Silvia make life a living hell for repair crews?"[/color] she asked bluntly. She figured it was possible that Silvia had had a monstrously awful day, and that she usually wasn't this brash and violent.

But on the other hand, and Tryke prayed to whatever gods were in the universe this wasn't true, it could have only been the beginning. Still, she couldn't help but find her endorphins rush to her head as she saw the arm. Blushing slightly at Marx's comment, her eyes widened in amazement at his explanation. [color=cc66ff]"That's incredible!"[/color] Tryke gushed. Like an art collector getting a chance to touch an ancient statue thought to be missing, Tryke delicately placed her fingertips on the arm. She flipped her scanner glasses on, going through each setting as she examined the masterpiece. 

[color=cc66ff]"No, this arm is to [i]die[/i] for,"[/color] Tryke agreed, nodding enthusiastically, her eyes still huge. [color=cc66ff]"It almost makes you wish you had an accident to require this. You got anything else like this?"[/color]

She swooned slightly, continuing to look over the piece of pure customizable beauty. It wasn't so often she ran into someone who understood the greatness that could be achieved by machines. Too often, they were used, abused, and tossed aside. Marx seemed to understand the elegance to them, the perfection that could be achieved! Perhaps Silvia's arrival at the tower wasn't that bad, as it brought this amazing person there.