Wei'en stepped out the door. Before closing it, he gave Miss Zombie an encouraging gesture. "Believe in yourself, and keep practicing. I'm going to go check on Zero-Type."
"Okay, I will!" Shawa nodded emphatically, then turned and dragged her less-stiff body back to her struggle with the drill press.
CLICK.
Once the workshop door was closed, Wei'en kept his hand on the doorknob for a long moment. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by a faint look of distress.
'At Shawa's practice speed, she's burning through tens of gold pounds worth of Sarr metal a day.'
'I can't say she has no talent, since she can produce a few acceptable parts. But to say she has talent… when only one or two out of a hundred are usable.'
'What a disaster...'
'It's all that damn Liaison Officer's fault. Damn her, she really deserves to die!'
