The change rush over the room like a wave. Pitted, dirty metal reshapes itself to be clean and regular. The parts that were scattered over worktables and floors like chicken feed are neatly sorted and stored. Oil puddles and sticky patches of grease and suspicious stains that might have come from locking a prosthetic onto a struggling subject vanish. The cybernetics lab is now a place where it is not creepy and uncomfortable to be.

Hange looks around with satisfaction, and then turns to Tess, her eye bright. Tess won't recognize it - it's the precipitous brightness that used to animate her in the days when her commanding officer and squad, her closest friends, were still alive. It's a brightness that she doesn't even show in the barge proper.

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"Want to do another one?"