Who: and OTA Where: Her apartment What: Cleaning the sand out of her foot. When: Now. Rating: TBA Open: Yes, to Daryl or someone stopping by.
She placed a white sheet on the kitchen table, moved her tools that she collected on too of the sheet. Cinder slid back from the table as her fingers went work clicking away at certain buttons and wires that suddenly caused a low hiss. Cinder removed her leg setting on the table and hovered a hand over it, simmering off the illusion to show her robotic leg. Sitting down level with the leg, her eyes combed over it with a sharp eye.
She got the can of compressed air that a staff member loaned her and started to spray some of the grains of sand that was mucking up her gear. Frowning she wondered how bad her hand was going to look, but the gears were better then her foot. She was missing IKO, the robot was chatty, but they were best friends, even though IKO was a robot. Cinder would even settle for Throne annoying ways as well. She sighed, she knew these was a rough time if she wanted Throne here.