[Hanoa Station] Between Machine and Machine men (closed)

Fortunately locating one wasn't a difficult task. Outlaw station or not, everyone needed to take a leak. "I trust you can handle the washing. I will guard the entrance." the geth addressed Kai. It took a pose leaning against the wall, hand retrieving and unfolding the rifle, keeping it under the robes out of sight.

The facilities were as one could expect from a layover station. Cleaning neglected, and someone was in the cubicles. For their advantage, toilets were near if the bloody Trangression gave any unexpected bowel movements.

Of all the things Kai had expected to do on his field trip, washing the blood off his warmech was not one of them. He grabbed gigantic fistfuls of hand-towels, so many that he was probably making an environmentalist somewhere cry. He worked as fast as he could, desperately scrubbing off the blood, hoping he could get it before it dried and gummed up and oh Keelah what if it got in the joints and it failed at the wrong moment and it got shot and and and-

It's fine, it'll be fine, it'll all be just fine. Maybe invest in a hydrophobic surface- no bad Kai just wash the damn mech.

"I hope that's good enough," he said after closer to twenty minutes than ten. At least he couldn't get sore wrists with a mechanical body. Guiltily leaving behind a mountain of wet, bloody hand towels, he led the Transgression back out of the bathroom. "Ready!"

Flash of Light was outside right where Kai had left it. "We should hurry before more hostiles arrive."

Securing a ticket afterwards wasn't hard, although the batarian clerk charged extra for the warmech in cargo. Nothing Flash of Light couldn't handle, but hopefully Kai's wallet could stand it.

The interview and discussions held after it yielded good data points for the research. Same for the fight they had gotten into, although the geth was disappointed it had been a target of an attempted kidnapping. New adjustments to consider when traveling in the Terminus.