[ The sharp clang of metal clattering on the wood table makes her wince slightly but only because she hadn't been expecting it. Hilda has proven several times over that she isn't as squeamish as she makes herself out to be, but that doesn't stop her from being mildly weirded out by the way that the machinery is so elegantly - and effortlessly - worked into the bone.
An unfiltered part of her agrees with Altaïr's question - but she also wanted to know where he kept this kind of thing. Was it just on display in his living quarters? Probably not with the way he had just treated it. ]
Was there anything else out there that looked similar to it?
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An unfiltered part of her agrees with Altaïr's question - but she also wanted to know where he kept this kind of thing. Was it just on display in his living quarters? Probably not with the way he had just treated it. ]
Was there anything else out there that looked similar to it?