Oooh. Call her darling again. Val leans forward a little and leans on the table without even realizing she's really doing it. "You can do that. Oh. Wow." She wouldn't be a freak? She could have a Luke Skywalker hand? ---Whoa, when did she become a nerd.
"That's ..." She looked down at her stump, at the broken prosthetic. She'd kind of grown attached to the robot look. She whined about it but she'd taken it to heart. She liked the intimidation factor, the badass factor. Did this mean she was growing as a person? Did this mean she wasn't hideously shallow?
"No. Don't make it real," she said. "I want it with colored wires. Chrome. Make it shiny." She reached down to touch Forge's artificial leg. She had to remind himself that yeah, he was a freaky amputee, but so was she. And he could build her things. And he would build her things, willingly, without asking for anything in return. It actually confused her. So she had to clarify.