Amanda & Finnick
"Mmm, yeah, I'm usually pretty good with machines, at least knowing how to repair them, so that's a possibility. I've still got a feeling the most I'd be making for awhile would be a mess of my hands." It was getting easier to laugh at herself now; the fact that no one here had ever made her feel like any less of a person for the body she'd had before was helping, even if it was hard to believe no one was seeing her ventilator or a hulking metal chair when they looked at her. "I might ask someone to show me one of these days, I really hate being without a real project all the time."
Well, she supposed sex could be considered a project around here, but that was...different.
She sighed softly, nodding. "Sometimes I really wonder what Arva was thinking asking me here, because if you were needing help repairing an old spaceship I could pitch in without even thinking about it, but past some real basics that sort of architecture is far beyond me. I'm glad you're getting along all right, though. You and Chloe." She hadn't spoken to Chloe as much as she'd liked, but she knew the other woman was technically minded like her, so the fact she was making something here was comforting.
Amanda chuckled at Finnick's talk of competition. "Oh, you didn't see me in chess club. I was president my sophomore year of high school for a reason. You want to see a teenage boy's ego shrink, watch him lose a game of chess to a girl who can't move her hands." She liked boasting about that; it had been annoying to have to parrot her moves to someone else who'd have to actually move the pieces, but it had always been worth it in the end. "I don't know if I'd say I was really competitive, but I was trying to prove a point. I found other ways to do that later on, and I actually stopped even playing for fun very often. That's sort of a shame, now that I think about it." She'd played with Nick but that had been more about trying to flirt and failing miserably.