[The sentiment is one that Zenyatta appreciates wholeheartedly, and he is fully prepared to comment on how sadly lacking it is in his own world when Engineer falters and peers at him like he has instead expressed an interest in nuclear armaments.
He hums in response, perhaps more casually than the situation warrants.]
I am capable of detecting a great many things, but I have never come across this particular sensation. It is somewhat like being rusted over, but with a greater sense of urgency. [Which is unpleasant, of course, but one cannot linger on the negatives.] Already my horizons are being expanded! This world is full of surprises, is it not?
[There's a long silence. Then Engineer suddenly laughs. Mostly out of disbelief, mostly at that last remark. Sorry, Zen. He's not trying to be a dick.
He quickly tried to collect himself, but it's hard not to grin a little.]
You're telling me. I never met an itchy robot before.
[But it's probably a sign he should keep pulling and cutting. So he does.]
Maybe we oughta check on your sensory input, but I'm hopin' that yankin' out these vines'll help too. Maybe somethin's getting clogged up and screwing with your senses. For now, maybe, uh... scratch it?
[In all fairness the situation is really very funny when you think about it, even if they are still no closer to restoring normality. It's hardly the most dire of consequences to suffer.
At the very least, disentangling all those vines is making him feel less stiff. Only a few stray leaves and offshoots remain now, poking haphazardly out of his joints; he picks one or two of them out himself before the suggestion gives him pause.]
It could not hurt. [He's seen humans scratch. It's hardly complex.
What he does not realise quickly enough, however, is that the sound of omnic fingers scratching on chrome plating is far from pleasant. Well, if anyone can stand a few seconds of metal scaping metal, it's an engineer.]
[YIKES that is A NOISE. Engie winces, but - well. It's true. He's sort of used to the sound. Not that it makes it any less pleasant. He works through it anyway, getting at the last few leaves and offshoots.]
Remind me to get a new toolkit while I'm here. That, uh - feel any better?
[Now that's a new one on him. Zenyatta would almost laugh if he didn't feel guilty.]
And earplugs, too? [No more scratching for now, he promises.] If I find one, I shall be sure to bring it to you. Consider it my thanks. They may even have tools you have not seen before!
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He hums in response, perhaps more casually than the situation warrants.]
I am capable of detecting a great many things, but I have never come across this particular sensation. It is somewhat like being rusted over, but with a greater sense of urgency. [Which is unpleasant, of course, but one cannot linger on the negatives.] Already my horizons are being expanded! This world is full of surprises, is it not?
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He quickly tried to collect himself, but it's hard not to grin a little.]
You're telling me. I never met an itchy robot before.
[But it's probably a sign he should keep pulling and cutting. So he does.]
Maybe we oughta check on your sensory input, but I'm hopin' that yankin' out these vines'll help too. Maybe somethin's getting clogged up and screwing with your senses. For now, maybe, uh... scratch it?
[WOULD THAT... HELP...]
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At the very least, disentangling all those vines is making him feel less stiff. Only a few stray leaves and offshoots remain now, poking haphazardly out of his joints; he picks one or two of them out himself before the suggestion gives him pause.]
It could not hurt. [He's seen humans scratch. It's hardly complex.
What he does not realise quickly enough, however, is that the sound of omnic fingers scratching on chrome plating is far from pleasant. Well, if anyone can stand a few seconds of metal scaping metal, it's an engineer.]
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[YIKES that is A NOISE. Engie winces, but - well. It's true. He's sort of used to the sound. Not that it makes it any less pleasant. He works through it anyway, getting at the last few leaves and offshoots.]
Remind me to get a new toolkit while I'm here. That, uh - feel any better?
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And earplugs, too? [No more scratching for now, he promises.] If I find one, I shall be sure to bring it to you. Consider it my thanks. They may even have tools you have not seen before!
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[Okay, that was a good one.]
Who knows? This place's got all kinds'a stuff I never seen before.
[Once last yank, and a once-over, and...]
Looks like I got rid of 'em. How you feelin'?