Nurin: What, another surgery? I don't remember how many times it's happened. Nurin lies down on the surgical table and watches carefully as her limbs are once again detached. Nurin: No matter how many times it happens, I still feel a little creeped out when I see you taking me apart. It's probably something instinctual. By the way, I hope you didn't forget to put sensors in the new arms this time, last time I'm accidentally broke one dude's arm... Okay, what kind of stuff are you gonna install for me this time? Maybe some organic parts?