"I do." She squats down nearly on to her heels, and takes to pumping, in an even, strong flow, like she's sat working such things for hours and hours.
"Originally, I was going to ask if you had graphite dust-- Not sure I trust oil with the internal magazine of that rifle on the gunsmith bench-- but now I'm sort of interested in your friend here." She gestured her head at the Feder armor.
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Date: 2024-12-15 06:36 am (UTC)"Originally, I was going to ask if you had graphite dust-- Not sure I trust oil with the internal magazine of that rifle on the gunsmith bench-- but now I'm sort of interested in your friend here." She gestured her head at the Feder armor.