[Under different, more common circumstances, Maketh would have called Henry to a machine shop or proper armorer. Unfortunately Hadriel has neither, and she's not fond enough of her apartment to mourn any damage to it that might result from experimenting with a blow torch. As such, she's set up the equipment at the table by the front door, everything lined up neatly. She's even found a tarp and some protective gear. A blow torch, some soldering tools for the finer parts.
It's not much, but it's something.
She answers the door promptly, hair still wet from the shower. She's in uniform for practical reasons, not wanting to get burned.] Henry. Do come in.
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Date: 2016-06-02 10:43 pm (UTC)It's not much, but it's something.
She answers the door promptly, hair still wet from the shower. She's in uniform for practical reasons, not wanting to get burned.] Henry. Do come in.