“Bronzing?” Anakin asked raising a questioning brow. He had an idea, if H. G. was indeed referring in some sense to the metal alloy.
“Claudia and I have a tentative truce,” Anakin answered, while brushing the young redhead’s hand away from the ignition switch. Giving her a pointed look he popped up the paneling around the switch and then disconnected it by pulling it clean from its socket. He noticeably placed it on the bench well out of Claudia’s way after flipping the panel back into place. “That would be the end of an intact Castle foundation,” he told her.
“This,” he said, turning his attention back to H. G., “is a Zephyr-G swoop, a type of personal hovercraft, even though it’s not hovering at the moment. I’ve taken the repulsorlifts offline to work on the stabilizers.”