Blaze follows Tony over to the workbench (and it does look like it's built for Cabal patients, this one - maybe Steve's stories haven't been enough for her to properly appreciate the Hulk). While he clears it off and Ghost wanders over to take a look at all the interesting holo-screens, she sets to work detaching her armor. Her mark's unbelted and folded gently before she sets it aside; the rest is held in place by a mixture of toughened straps, environment seals and latches that unlock at the right touch. There's a lot of redundancy and mixed materials: this armor wasn't designed so much as put through generations of trial and error in the field, iterated until the successful designs become tradition.
Most of the interesting parts are hidden from the outside, though. Blaze stacks her gauntlets and main armor neatly to one side of the bench, reluctantly putting it out of Tony's way. Even with the padding of the black undersuit, the sudden loss of visual bulk makes the Exo beneath look almost delicate in comparison. Around the shoulders, anyway. Thin white-plated fingers work briskly as she pulls off the rest of her plate, then swings herself up onto the bench. She thought she'd feel more vulnerable like this. But it's hard to feel that through the overwhelming unease about what Stark is going to find in her head... and the growing flame of hope that he really can find a solution.
"Do you, uh, scan a lot of people's heads like this?" Artificial or otherwise. Were she honest with herself she's not sure where she falls, but neither Tony nor Natasha knows that.
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on 2018-06-14 09:53 pm (UTC)Most of the interesting parts are hidden from the outside, though. Blaze stacks her gauntlets and main armor neatly to one side of the bench, reluctantly putting it out of Tony's way. Even with the padding of the black undersuit, the sudden loss of visual bulk makes the Exo beneath look almost delicate in comparison. Around the shoulders, anyway. Thin white-plated fingers work briskly as she pulls off the rest of her plate, then swings herself up onto the bench. She thought she'd feel more vulnerable like this. But it's hard to feel that through the overwhelming unease about what Stark is going to find in her head... and the growing flame of hope that he really can find a solution.
"Do you, uh, scan a lot of people's heads like this?" Artificial or otherwise. Were she honest with herself she's not sure where she falls, but neither Tony nor Natasha knows that.