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When Faleen came over again - so that was her name, how did people know his but he didn't know theirs? Clearly he was missing something - so he nodded and stood when Aila did. "Sure, I'd--"

And suddenly a stick of metal was shoved at him by some guy he didn't know and then he left.

What.

He blinked down at it curiously, vaguely recognizing it as something you sing with or something before he shrugged and put it down on the seat he'd just risen from. "I'd love to," he said to Faleen, glad that Aila didn't mind either, then turned towards the indicated table. Oh, the puffy white haired girl again; Nyx? Man he really needed to learn names..

"Ehhh? Cars, bots and electronics? You mean like robot-bots?" he asked, raising his brows in surprise. "Hahaha! Sugoi, Izumi-chan! I haven't met many women - let aone young, pretty ones - who show a passion for mechanics like you seem to. And you must have quite a knack for it too, if your arm is anything to judge by."

He smiled gently. "Most girls I know would be ashamed of something like that...maybe wear longer clothes over it or at least have it covered with some prosthetic skin. You're so bold to wear it out in the open like that. And it suits you, too. Your own brand of style."

"Mm...Easton and 14th street? I think I used to live around that area. If it's your shop does that mean you make a living off of it too?" He glanced up at her as she was about to say something before she cut herself off. "Hmm? What were you going to say?" Gingerly, he reached out a hand to nudge her chin up with a finger, encouraging her to continue. No, she didn't like touching, but Izaya really couldn't help being himself. Catering to a person's every whim just because he knew what made them uneasy wasn't his style. In fact, he occasionally found it entertaining to test the limits of their comfort zones.

Faleen smiled, pleased when the two agreed to join, Glancing over at the table close by to where they had been before, noticing Izaya's back, he was talking to girl with bright blue hair "Izaya you-"
She was going to see if he wanted to come over as well when she stopped dead mid sentence, something catching her eye about the girl, namely the girls arm.
Lips parting slightly, certainly recognizing exactly what it was.

Faleen stepped to the side, and leaned forward a little, eyes quickly studying the mechanical arm. she was even able to move it. "... Incredible, does it work with a hydraulic system? How do you control it? Some kind of remote programing I would assume." She asked, in clear fascination.

This girl was not Rocket, Faleen would have known if someone in team rocket had an arm like this.

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Jerome didn't continue singing when his song was over, but he hung out at the bar for a little longer to finish his beer, eyes scanning over the room, content to just chill there for a little.

Inigo had barely straightened up from putting the microphone down before both Faleen and Aila were elsewhere. He blinked in confusion before turning around to see the nearby table they were both at. Aila was with who he presumed to be Izaya, while Faleen was with a girl who -- dude!

"Is your arm really made of metal?" He was suddenly on the other side of Faleen, peering around her to inspect the metallic prosthetic. "Does it really work? How's it work?" He was more than just a little completely in awe from the device. "Do you like robots and mechanical stuff?" Clearly, if she had a metal arm that looked that cool, then she had to be. That and it made sense. If Inigo had lost an arm somehow, and it would be physically possible to replace the appendage with a plant of some sort, he would totally do it. Though a robotic arm made a lot more sense as an appendage than a plant.

"Y-yes, robots." Izumi barely managed to get out before Nakura started off again. He sure was a talker. And then he started on her arm- Izumi looked down at it and started to move it under the table when he started complementing it instead of asking any of those awkward questions like 'How did you lose it?'. "Ah- T-thank you..." The girl cracked a small smile, "Y-yes I make my living off of my shop- Oh-" She moved her head back quickly when he reached out and nudged her chin. "Um- P-please don't..."

This was when Faleen walked over, "Izaya?" Didn't he say his name was Nakura? The girl shrunk into her chair, trying to make herself smaller so that Nakura/Izaya and whoever the lady was would forget she was there. She looked shocked when Faleen started to ask technical questions about her arm; Izumi had never met someone who asked technical questions about her arm before. "Um- partially. It uses a combination of hydraulics and myoelectric signals. T-there are sensors wired up i-into my real arm that let me work it..."

And another person. Too many people. Izumi started to go pale, obviously not used to this much attention. "I-it's a-actually made of a carbon nanotube shell, steel coating, and titanium reinforcements... Um- Y-yes, it works." Izumi raised her prosthetic hand up and flexed it a few times to demonstrate before putting it under the table. This was way more attention than she was used to...

And then some other girl came over talking about clients. "Oh- um" Izumi stared wide-eyed at the crowd of people gathering around her. "N-no, I-I'm not... um, I-I just fix things... I-I um- I..." Her face was pale and she was starting to feel clammy. Too many people paying attention to her.

"U-um uh- T-thank you? Y-yes..." Izumi would have liked talking to the blond woman if there weren't so many people talking to her at once, crowding around her. And then she heard that familiar voice again- She looked around, finally catching sight of the heavily tattoo'd individual with dreadlocks who had come over. "Sometimes... I-I go different places..." Izumi would have normally smiled at Jerome, who was one of the few people she could actually say she knew in Camphoreon, but she was too busy trying to make herself invisible.

Wow, there were a bunch of people all at once. He remained where he was though, studying Izumi's arm with obvious curiosity while she spoke and moved it, then hid it under the table. His gaze flitted to her face, and her discomfort was blatant enough for even he to notice, so with an apologetic lop-sided smile and a "lo siento" he moved away to give her some space.

Jerome was suddenly there too, and seemed to know this girl. He had a feeling 'Ink' wasn't her real name, but he wasn't about to ask her. After a moment he noticed Izaya trying to pull Aila to dance with him while singing - so that's why he handed him the mic, too bad he wouldn't have sung anyways - though the small agent looked... less than pleased. He gave the pair a curious look, wondering briefly if they were dating or something but dismissed the thought. Aila did not look pleased and she'd even addressed him as nothing more than another trainee or something. Weird. Oddly enough, his reaction to this train of thought would've been exactly the same had Aila not looked so displeased. It wasn't any of his business who Aila dated or not, so he turned his attention back to the girl with the cool metal arm.