[Of course, Hansa has had his busy days. His role involves brutal work, of hunting down and destroying the heretical, the demonic. There are days when his robotic limbs have been left in sheer disrepair, when he can barely move after nights of staying awake, when he's realized that his cyborg body does not save him from the very human feeling of being exhausted.]
[So today isn't a bad day, by all means. His limbs, though they were soaked in mud, at least work as they should, though he can't tell what might have happened to the gadgets inside. They're all in one piece. He spends a very, very long time in the shower to make sure that he scrubs as much swamp water and mud out of him as possible. And now, in new clothes, he's ready to just go get something to eat and call it a night.]
[That is, until he sees her in the lobby.]
Alex. [He's still too far for the emotional connection to be felt, though the twinge of concern in his expression is not at all subtle.] Hey...how are you? What's going on?
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[Of course, Hansa has had his busy days. His role involves brutal work, of hunting down and destroying the heretical, the demonic. There are days when his robotic limbs have been left in sheer disrepair, when he can barely move after nights of staying awake, when he's realized that his cyborg body does not save him from the very human feeling of being exhausted.]
[So today isn't a bad day, by all means. His limbs, though they were soaked in mud, at least work as they should, though he can't tell what might have happened to the gadgets inside. They're all in one piece. He spends a very, very long time in the shower to make sure that he scrubs as much swamp water and mud out of him as possible. And now, in new clothes, he's ready to just go get something to eat and call it a night.]
[That is, until he sees her in the lobby.]
Alex. [He's still too far for the emotional connection to be felt, though the twinge of concern in his expression is not at all subtle.] Hey...how are you? What's going on?