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Slipping on your auto-needle, you carefully adjust the glove's fit on your hands. Flexing your fingers, you retrieve your bag from where you'd left it in the corner of the laboratorium, pull the bundle of leather goods out of it. The whole thing felt significantly lighter with all the material you'd removed from it to make the pouch, and you carefully unroll your project.
Sleeves still needed adjusting, looking large and billowy next to the now shorter and smaller cut of the jacket. You also needed to just adjust the fit all over- there was still plenty of room for a man's larger shoulders, plus for someone a good foot taller than you. It'd be a pain to restitch everything, and you didn't know if you could do it while preserving the material and embroidery, but-
Footsteps - slightly heavier of tread than that of the initiates - come up behind you. Turning, you're surprised to see a techpriestess approaching you- no, the same techpriestess from yesterday. Had you caught her name?
She approaches you, and then carefully kneels down, servo arm stretching out behind her and pushing against the floor, taking some of her weight. “How are you settling in?” She asks.
“I am fine.” You reply softly. “I'm sorry, do I know your name?”
“Ah... I suppose you don't?” She smiles slightly behind her respirator. “Trisa-Cant-8. II heard you barged into the reliquary today?” She leaned forward.
“I got lost.” You explain simply. “I thought the most important-looking room would be the best place to get directions.”
“...you aren't wrong." Trisa-Cant-8 mused, then seemed to remember something. “I did want to ask: how's that sweater fitting you?”
>"I haven't actually worn it yet."
>"Fine."
>"It's a bit too... Mechanicus for me."
>"It's fine, although it can't exactly cover up the state of glove."
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