If one could ignore Rammstein destroying the speakers of the R&D department, they would find Arrietty focused intently behind a pair of oversized goggles at a new mechanical arm. The sleek white surface sits upon a delicate cradle, balanced with great care by the one armed Doctor. Black lines mark curves at the elbow to allow movement on the arm itself. The limb extends far up the shoulder and towards the neck region.

It had taken some time of almost non stop working but Arrietty finally had a replacement limb in her possession for the left side. Taking position of the one she lost.

She flipped a switch to power on several LEDs along the mechanical extra, and then rolled a small panel shut, tightening a small yet powerful screw. The doctor rolled herself back from the arm, allowing a small laser to mark the surface of the hand with a simple illusion rune, something to better disguise it as flesh when needed. The laser was soon followed by replacement tattoos, copied from her arm.

She flexed the arm, watching it turn at the elbow. It had no hand for the moment being, she was merely testing its capabilities as a functional arm. The Nanomachine hand came later. Something more suitable for herself.

A sly grin spread across her features and her feet hit the surface of the table. The cap on a beer bottle flew across the room and she threw half of it down her throat.

The arm was done, next came the surgery.

OOR: One step closer, if anyone wants to say hi they can. Shitty quick post by eh.