[Even the pink of her hair is dull, subsumed by the ship's dark and dusty air. Takasugi stands, his collection of wires shoved into his bag and hers still in hand.]
Do you have a knife? [That's a tool, right? Takasugi's used his sword to cleave some parts from their docking, though it's likely too large for where she's crawling around.
He could slice the entire panel from below, but then she'd have to stand on his shoulders to reach the components. With their value dubious at best, Takasugi isn't willing to commit to a circus act.]
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Do you have a knife? [That's a tool, right? Takasugi's used his sword to cleave some parts from their docking, though it's likely too large for where she's crawling around.
He could slice the entire panel from below, but then she'd have to stand on his shoulders to reach the components. With their value dubious at best, Takasugi isn't willing to commit to a circus act.]