"People don' like mutants, simple as dat. Sure... we probably sell well on de black market... but... we ain' really wanted for much." She reached back over, getting her arm and screwdriver over to the last screw. She tightened it up quickly and then slipped out of the piano, looking back over at Sin. She put the screwdriver back in the pocket it came from, and fixed her over-alls some.
"Okay... why don' you try it out now, Sin... it should sound a whole lot bettah den before." She smiled proudly at her work, failing to see that he was blushing as much as her.
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