So you've been staying at Viktor's clinic for the past few days. Either your KIROSHI OPTICS aren't feeling too well or your TITANIUM BONES need lubrication. Always you've been relying on Viktor's presence, almost letting him give you a full body check-up.

But what you really wanted wasn't any healthcare. You just want to stick around and try to find more attention in Viktor's presence. You're so obvious that Viktor sees your intentions, of course, but it's a good thing his clinic isn't always full, giving you more opportunities to complain about one of your prosthetics getting into the dust.

As you sit in the operating chair for I don't know how many times, watching Viktor stick the screwdriver over to examine you, he finally relents and sighs.

“What do you want, kid?”