Looks like it. ( and then the awkwardness slowly settles in again as she chews on her lower lip. ) — I, uh, I better get... going. Weapons can't make themselves and all that.
( the truth is, she wasn't planning on tinkering today. but after confessing her feelings, trying to convince herself she'll be okay, and lingering emotions, maybe tossing her brain into screws and wrenches won't be such a bad idea. )
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( the truth is, she wasn't planning on tinkering today. but after confessing her feelings, trying to convince herself she'll be okay, and lingering emotions, maybe tossing her brain into screws and wrenches won't be such a bad idea. )