You sat on the floor, tapping your knees and nodding when appropriate as you felt Sam continuing with his upkeep of your artificial body. You could fix your cybernetic portions yourself but you'd rather listen to his cocky chatter as he ran his mouth about anything and everything, his hands working quickly with the tools as he fixed you up. "Is it wrong to say Monsoon's arms remind me of something like sushi? I don't know, I feel like he'd try and kill me if I ever said that to his face."