[Viktor emerges from the interior of the sphere with a look on his face that makes it clear he does not understand why this is a problem. He checks the wrench, making sure it's the right one (because probably there are at least half a dozen, sitting around), then plunges right back in. Luckily, whatever he's doing doesn't seem to need more than a tweak, because in the next moment he's pulling himself out again, doing a little scoot-hop backward on his good leg so he can safely extricate himself. His crutch, helpfully, is leaning nearby, and he slides it underneath his arm in one practiced motion.]
More likely Jayce is rubbing off on you.
[Not him, certainly, though he's well aware that the two of them can be an endless feedback loop of potentially tuxedo-damaging ideas. Viktor, for his part, seems to have emerged from the sphere unscathed, save a little smudge of grease on his forehead (he does not seem to notice).]
I should be finished, anyway. Do you want to see how it works?
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More likely Jayce is rubbing off on you.
[Not him, certainly, though he's well aware that the two of them can be an endless feedback loop of potentially tuxedo-damaging ideas. Viktor, for his part, seems to have emerged from the sphere unscathed, save a little smudge of grease on his forehead (he does not seem to notice).]
I should be finished, anyway. Do you want to see how it works?
[That's rhetorical. Of course she does!]