blared as she worked with a machine bending the new armor plaiting that would go on her new cyclone. It was well past two am, and she was singing along, off key, a bottle of tequila may be involved, sitting oh so innocently on one of the benches near where she was working. The blond took another swig from the bottle, making a face as she looked over the plans DK was showing her.
"This might not be strong enough with the extra power I'm stuffing in the shell." She thought she was talking to the mini computer of hers, but hey, anyone is welcome to complain about the noise, help out or order her to bed.
Mira's built the bare bones Shadow Dancer
, the armor plating isn't on it, and it's in 'bot' mode as she runs through tests the ai in her computer running the machine while she's moving about it controlling both with the connections through the CV-r. Mira frowns a little backing up, the readouts she's seeing in her helmet are off still. Though part of her wonders if that's because she's going through the mini comp and not actually in the system. The bottle... it's empty and she's holding a cup of coffee in her hands.
3 She's late for her shift
Though looks like Mira's taking a page from Lucchini's book, you want this tech you can find her curled up hugging the new, but not fitted manifold painted in a deep purple, in her work station. Lucifer's leaning against the tool box, sheets of paper are scattered around her, seems sometime while working these last few days, she's managed to work on some new music... Dare to wake her?