Jaqulin's POV:
It was a sweltering day outside and even with the Chop Shop being in the basement, it was still hotter than necessary. Yet, here I welded in heavy protective clothing; despite dehydration I refused to get burned. I paused to rotate my shoulder and massage my still sore ribs for a moment before continuing.
Yes-bot brought me some water. Gratefully, I paused my welding, removed the stifling mask, and drank from the glass.
"Would you like some more?"
"Yes please."
He left the room, but I felt like I was still being watched. I looked around with a small frown. Had Jack been in here? He must have since Yes-Bot came in, but I didn't know if that made me feel any better; sure, he was nice enough to send aid but... there was something about him that still made me uncomfortable. Perhaps it's because he's changed-
"What are you working on?" he asked upon returning with a large container of ice-water and a full glass. Whether or not I effectively hid my jump, he didn't comment.
"Something that will make up for my ineptitude in combat," I replied after clearing my thoat.
"Sounds reasonable, would you like my input if I can add any?"
"Yes please. I haven't done this kind of work in a while so I'm a bit rusty." Thankful that even though he was built to agree with everything Jack said, he wasn't limited to that for me, so I handed him the blueprints I was using.
"This seems mostly like a concept idea."
"It is. It's really all I have physically since the measurements are in my head," I quickly jotted the numbers down anyway so he could see.
"The use of a Jack-Bot shell is a good idea, however I would like to know what you have in mind to compensate for its extra weight."
I bit my lip. I realized that but hadn't exactly decided on what method I would use. I told him the choices I was stuck between and he said that he would weigh the pros and cons of each one before returning with an answer.
"Thank you. I'll let you know if I need any more help. For now, you might want to go finish helping Jack with whatever he needs."
"Of course. Take care of yourself."
He left the basement, closing the door behind him. I was alone. I looked down at the 15" model before me; this was going to take a lot of trial and error I realized. However, it was too hot to keep working when a quick glance over at my thermometer read 45 degrees celsius. I sighed and finished the weld I was in the middle of before deciding I'd done enough for the day.
I walked upstairs to take a shower and while I was grabbing clothes I heard the piano being played. Curiosity plucked at me before my sweaty clothes made me too uncomfortable and I continued to the bathroom.