"What, is it the design you dislike?"

She takes in a breath, "The overall design is fine but there are several minor details that could be fixed in order to increase the overall integrity of the design. They do not have to be fixed, but they would reduce any possible accidents if they do get fixed."

Michael grabbed a pencil and placed it in her hand. "Go ahead, show me." He wanted to see if she was full of s**t or not.

Blinking and looking down at the pencil when it was handed to her, she looked up to Michael with a slightly startled but happy expression. She was happy that he was at least trying to take her, though that expression dropped as she looked back to the papers. "After Cross referencing materials on prosthesis, including all volumes of the Clinical Prosthetics & Orthotics and Journals of Prosthetics & Orthotics, the minor issues I am seeing are here, here, here..." she went to circle a handful of spots, small ones that could be overlooked, most of them in areas where other materials met with others. After she circled about six of them, she let her hand fall down to her side, still holding the pencil. "These issues can be fixed in a variety of ways. Many suggest using different materials or changing the positioning of the joining of certain materials. They have issues with flexibility and durability, wanting both bit having to forgo one for the other, but moving these," she pointed to a couple, "over, you can obtain both in that section of the prosthesis. The other issues can be fixed as so." She brought the pencil back up and started to draw arrows and small notes on how the small details could be improved.

Michael sighed and raised a hand to point. "However, I'd you will notice the design, which is not normally used when designing prosthetic, you'd also come to realize that the same issues have been addressed somewhat." He tapped his hand against the second drawing. "But I do agree that a different material in certain joining parts will do. What do you think of flat edges, folded and pointed inward..?"

Anastasia turned to look at the second drawing, taking a couple seconds to look it over and process everything, taking in a sharp breath as she nearly overloaded herself with information. Letting out the breath, she focused on what she was asked, "Bevelled edges may work better, though there are variables I cannot account for, such as personal tastes and overall design aesthetics."

Michael nodded and continued to press on. "I picked the backward leg design, modeled of a Satyr, because of the stability and movement one can get out of said design. It also makes it easier to perform maintenance, and structurally because of the joints, a bit more sound for work."

Closing her eyes as she kept digging for more information to pull up, pulling up both files about Satyrs as well as the list of Vic's own powers that were known before he got captured. "Have you taken into account his electricity manipulation, sir?" She asked, her eyes still closed as she continued dig through files, now starting to strain herself as she tried to reach out to get as many files as possible to help.

"Well...if he can manipulate electricity I can install capacitors in part of the legs that will collect the excess electricity from his powers, or I can just ground the legs out using the materials in the hooves of the legs."

"If I may suggest, sir, maybe doing both." She brought her free hand up to hold her head, struggling to keep the information straight, "Looking through files accessed from Sanctuary, his item was an Electric Guitar. Allowing him to be grounded as well as adding in the capacitors may be for the best, more so if he intends on fighting." Anastasia paused, gripping her head slightly. "Adding in capacitors here or here, " she pointed to two possible spots, her hand shaking as she did, "Could be viable while adding in something similar to a Raptors talon in the back to help ground himself when using larger attacks as well as allowing him to brace himself if an attacker intends to shove him, more so if the attacker is a physical attacker like Moira. The talon, so to speak, could be added here with no additional issues to the structure." She pointed to the back of the thigh area, just above the hoof. "Suggestion to make it hard to push him over as there are video files of him.... sparring against his wife."

"Ahh...so if we installed a few essentials claws to the back and a set of three to the front, it's give him the ability to brace and stability...but we have to make sure those parts are especially strong as they can be detrimental to the integrity. " he reached up to touch her hand. "Are you okay? You are shaking."

Anastasia nodded, agreeing about the strength of the additions, though as he touched her hand, her fingers twitching a little. "I will be fine once I either discard or save files..." her voice was slowly becoming more garbled as she spoke, her focus still ahead of her where the papers were, but she didn't seem to be focusing on them now.

"Okay dump the files on Vic for right now and get your focus back." Michael replied, patting her shoulder. "But, where did you get the files about them sparring? Is there a specific source? Is it a candid video?" Michael's train of thought had hopped the tracks.

Anastasia nodded, starting to close out the files on Vic, allowing some of the strain to be reduced. Though as he asked about the sparring, she looked the file over, "Old security cameras from Academy. They are fuzzy, but the figures are Vic and Moira Jessue." She stated, slowly moving over to the laptop to plug herself to it so she could transfer the video file she had found.

He nodded and then moved to apply power to her as well. "We've been working you pretty hard, I figured a quick charge couldn't hurt you." He touched a panel at the back of her neck and added the plug.

Anastasia froze up, suddenly feeling very confused and startled about someone else touching her neck ports. Once she managed to get her sudden panic to die down, she clenched her hands a little. "Thank you for your concern, sir...but please do not touch my neck panel unless absolutely necessary." The words were quick and sharp.

Michael sighed. "Alright, alright. You really don't have to worry about it with me, but I respect that." He sat down in the chair near his laptop and grabbed another cup of coffee, sipping slowly.

Once she fully managed to calm down, she went to sit down in her usual spot, a little section of the floor in a corner. "Would you like me to transfer the Clinical Prosthetics & Orthotics and Journals of Prosthetics & Orthotics that I was referencing?" She asked, her eyes half open as she continued to go through the files.

"Please." He looked over at her with a pained expression and went back to his note pad. He had a notepad nearly every five feet in the room, covered in notes and scribbles. "You do realize I own a chain of prosthetic companies right?"

As she started sending the files, all of them neatly filed and in their own folders, each one properly titled as well, she looked over to him and shook her head. "I have not gone looking into your files yet, as that was not a priority. The priority was keeping Vic Jessue stable and finding Arno."

"Fair enough. I can never tell where your mind is at." he started clicking through multiple files, his eyes scanning information at a quick rate. He was through half of the files in what was probably twenty minutes and saving things to a secondary folder for reference.

"If you would like, I can leave a history directory of where I have been on your laptop so you can access it." As she spoke, she closed her eyes, starting up the search for Arno back up as her systems had automatically paused it.

"It's alright. I trust you won't do anything that would cause problems for me. You've been nothing but honest and cordial." He sipped on his coffee again, feeling his hands shake slightly. When was the last time he slept?

Nodding, Anastasia sorted through the files that cropped up when she searched for Arno. Nothing new, if anything there was a couple strange posts on a strange blog site talking about theories on not only Arno, but the other members of the Renegades. Tilting her head curiously, she opened her eyes and looked to Michael, "Are you aware that there is a site that people are writing theories and..." she paused, skimming the site a bit more, "Stories as well, apparently? "

"Huh...what...?" He turned to look at her and then. The computer "pull it up on my main screen here." She had his curiosity peaked about this. Stories.....theories...?

She nodded yet again, pulling up the website on his screen while she skimmed it herself, wondering who in the world would make a website like this. Who would go into so much detail about someone they didn't know, trying to peel back all the layers of someone that was a living, breathing being. It was so strange , "This... is..." Anastasia paused, trying to find the right word, "more than a little strange."

"I...what...are they writing weird smut or trying to pinpoint abilities...?" He put his shaking hands on his knees and drew a deep breath.

As Anastasia skimmed through the site, a small smile started across her lips, now thankful that whoever made the site was at least generous enough to put up warnings and read mores, "Judging by the data I have collected, a mixture of everything. Basic stories of romance, adventure, action, comedy, R-18; theories on power sets, relations, next moves or motives; artwork too." she stopped on an image that showed a rather well rendered image of all of the known members of Murder squad - the reference material being a mixture of Warrant and Bounty images as well as anything that was dared to be shown on the news.

"That's...odd....why is my hair well groomed? My hair is never well groomed." He reached up, touching his head. "And why ...is Arno so tall in this picture?" He laughed softly. "Someone else is interested in Arno, get Moira on the phone." He tried to make light of the situation, losing his focus because of his lack of rest.

Luckily she had enough of a mind to not actually call Moira for that sort of thing, but she did keep that little thought filed away to tell the large woman once everything settled down. "I do believe that it is due to that no one has ever seen any of you standing next to each other with a proper frame of reference for heights. You could always, perhaps, give these...wonderfully unique people a little present and give them more reference material sent in anonymously." she smiled a bit more.

"Hrm....do you have files on our heights? Do that. I think it would be funny." He replied, leaning on his elbow and sighing softly. He looked over at a smaller monitor to check up on Vic and then went back to his computer.

"I do not have the files at this moment, but I can pull up the files that list all known heights of all members." As she spoke, she started to pull up the files, which was thankfully, not too difficult, "Is there anything else you'd like me to send them..?" she asked, tilting her head a little bit.

"Uh....what do you think?" He questioned, chewing on his pencil, still trying to crunch numbers in his head.

Anastasia closed her eyes, thinking as she started to construct the file about their heights, "Maybe any more information could be used against you, so maybe nothing else would be good. People could possibly use anything aside from height against you."

"Good thinking Anastasia." he slowly let his head droop and laid his head down on the pad next to his computer, his eyes starting to close.

Once she had the file constructed, she sent it to the site owner, using a roundabout way so no one would be able to trace the origin of the file, more so as it stated the author of it was an Anonymous Benefactor. Opening her eyes as the file was sent out, she looked over to Michael and just sort of watched him, quickly pulling up memories on if she had ever seen him actually sleeping after she had arrived.

It wasn't too long that he snorted a moment and then started softly snoring, his breathing pattern heavy and inconsistent. He was pretty much tuckered out.

Standing up, she unhooked herself from the several wires she was hooked up to before she walked over. Tilting her head as she looked him over, she walked over to where there was a pile of blankets and pillows, and grabbed a blanket. Walking back over to Michael, she put the blanket over his shoulders and walked back over to her own spot and sat back down, hooking herself back up and deciding to keep just the monitor on Vic's vitals and the search for Arno going while she set herself in a pseudo idle mode.