[She'll stop making Steve look weird talking to a bike now. The metal of the bike starts to shift, sliding much like a puzzle up and over other pieces. As if it shouldn't really work like that but does anyway. Eventually, with some minor mass displacement, Chromia's standing in front of him, dusting off her armor.]
You had a job and you did it. Good on you.
[Her eyes cast up, then back down again to look at him, lips curling slightly into a smile.]
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You had a job and you did it. Good on you.
[Her eyes cast up, then back down again to look at him, lips curling slightly into a smile.]
You're trustworthy.