Whiplash frowns but nods to acknowledge the stranger's answer. She scowls behind her mask as her holo-watch flashes again.

Aayala can tell the woman is not convinced, but forces himself to act natural. "Now if you don't mind, I've got some work to do. Goodbye, have a nice day." he says hotly.

Whiplash nods and lets him leave, her attention shifting to Gold who is a few alley ways to the west... She goes to meet up with her.

Aayala breathes a silent breath of relief. That was close. I need to be more careful. He walks into a nearby bar, maybe the crowd will provide some anonymity.

Owen Verner -Nickel (open)

Irritated by the lack of responce to his question, Nickle leaved the building, finding his target should not be too difficult eather way. To his knowledge, she was working as a mechanic and often worked on spaceships so he headded toward the more logical emplacement for her work place. While walking, he though about asking her to fix the opening on his back, the wound in itself didn't caused him too mutch inconfort by now tho and he was woryed of letting someone examinate him. To be fair it was more of a survival instinct by now, returning into the grasp of those who stole, quite literaly, the skin offf his back would mean his death or at the very least the loss of his free will, somthing he wasn't going to let happen without a fight.

(@ I'm sure Rusty isn't going to mind or care...)

Rusty is working on repairing a different spaceship now... At her repair shop...

Haz is greeting people and working on small projects...

When he enter the shop Nickel though it was yet another fluke but instead of leaving, he tryed his chance. Subtility wasn't his strong suite, tho when you are fully equiped in a prototype of non-removable war armor it's a bit hard to do otherwhise, so instead of trying to sneak around to the back he just went for a more direct aproch and went to ask the gray haired kid who was working there. " Excuse me, is this the work location of Rosa Jonez ?"

Haz looked up from repairing a gun and smiled at the newcomer. "Yeah, she is in the docks working on a space ship... I haven't seen you around before." she stated and tipped her head to the side, "You look like you could use some repairing as well... I'm sure Rusty woul--- Rosa..?" she looked confused for a moment before continuing, "Same person. She just goes by Rusty. Umm, I think she would be willing to help you... Docks are in the back... I'll show you... I gotta bring her some food anyway... Or she will forget to eat or drink anything..." Haz lead the man into the docks and paused listening for the familiar sound of Rusty mumbling to herself or cursing an annoying piece of equipment. Once she located Rusty she climbed up to where Rusty hung from a cable that was refueling a large spaceship. "Hey Rusty! This guy wants to talk to you!" she shouted up to the mechanic who didn't seem to hear her. Haz sigh and shouted, "FIRE!!! Rusty! FIRE!!!"

Rusty was deep in thought when she heard Haz shouted something that sounded like it was going to cause trouble. She finished what she was doing and glared at the young girl, "What?" she snapped as she lost her train of thought and couldn't remember the great idea she had. Rusty looked at the newcomer and noticed the way he stood and thought 'Needs repair. Non-removable armor. Out-dated. Old design. But repairable.' "I can help." she stated and climbed down. When she was down, she helped Haz down as if she was on auto-pilot. She walked over the man and extended her hand in a calm way, as to not seem like she was going to attack him as she often worked with his type and knew they were often 'shoot first, deal with consequences later' type, "Hello. I'm Rosa Jones but everyone just calls me Rusty." She didn't seem to noticed the gear grease on her hands or was used to it. She had rusty red dust and grease smeared on her clothes. Her hair had streaks of rust in it. She also had grease streaked across her cheekbones and nose like blush, that was obviously from the thick layer of grease on her knuckles of the hand that had her thumb hooked in a loop of her tool-belt.

Nickel studyed the older woman from head to toes for any signes of agressivity but realised quickly that she was obviously doing her best not to seem threatening. He, however, stayed alert to his surrounding for any traps but decided to play along, holding her human hand in his sharp claw like one. " You may call me Nickel." From her look alone he had to admit that she was living to her name with all the rust she had on her.For a moment the fleeting wory of said rust affecting him made the ex-soldier glance at her hand before he remembered that with the regeneration module prototype it woudn't be able to do any long term damage as minor scratches were able to fix themself. An open gash with pieces missing in it was on another level compleately, it may have been possible for the final vertion of his module but as far as he knew it never officialy was announced so eather the creators wanted to keep it a secret from the public, he had caused enough damages to set back the project or his sources lacked accuracie on that part.

Haz watches the two of them for a moment before returning to doing repairs. Rusty slowly gesturers towards a nearby workbench and table, "Shall we sit?" She walks toward the table with her back toward Nickel to show she trusts him not to attack her and allows him to not have to risk her attacking him. (Which she won't)