[ Encouraged by the fact that Kotoha seems to think it's a good idea, some tension melts out of her shoulders. She mimics Kotoha's motion, though she actually rolls up both her sleeves, tired of the wet fabric clinging to her skin. ]

There's probably one around... hopefully no one took all the good stuff.

[ Up here on the second floor, it's a bit easier to browse the stores in the distance, as they're not obscured by dirty water or waterlogged corpses. As they walk, the variety is pretty astounding — jewelry shops, candy stores, dilapidated furniture emporiums... ]

I guess you can't make anything like a prosthetic, huh? [ She knows someone with a mechanical one, but not a thing about how it's built or maintained. ] I bet it's complicated as fuck.