( He has good manners, whether it seems alien to him or otherwise— it's appreciated. Not that she makes anything so delicate that he would harm it even if he'd dropped it half-finished, but best not to tempt fate, hmm?

But she sees his eyes moving around and the careful way he composes himself when he finally takes a seat, having acknowledged her nonverbally along the way. They have that in common. The constant input of information around them, always attentive, always utilizing their surroundings in their demeanor. He's bright; she can tell.

Then they're getting situated as he rolls his pant leg up, and lifts it to rest atop her knee— she'll catch the metal heel mid-motion and help settle it where it's comfortable for her, on the beginning of the meat of her thigh, getting a closer look as her right hand begins to sketch. )

Are you still growing, then, or do you mean between the lunar shifts? It's very skillfully made, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you as much.

( If he finds it strange, as intended, she doesn't notice; she assumes it would be taken as such, certainly, but it doesn't show on him and she assumes he's all right with it by now. Once she has her sketch down and measurements taken and noted, detailing smaller areas with arrows and quick notes, she sets about fiddling with the apparent latch that loosens the rod attaching the foot and slides it out with care after notching the length with her pencil to place back for him, then peers closer at the wooden base. )

I see; that's a bit of a relief, then. So this here— this function with the pressure lever, will remain the same as it works now. We'll just adjust the rod here so that it can be lengthened as needed with another lever the same. It will be a quick adjustment when you wake up in the morning and can easily test and tweak as needed. May I?

( She'd like a closer look at how his leg has healed where it fits to the base of the prosthetic, but only if he's comfortable with her fingers in his fur to see the skin beneath. )

There are many differences in times between the people who have arrived here; everything in this workshop I've made myself, and even I had only learned as a necessity about... oh, a decade or so ago. It was my first time handling cybernetics, and I had a patient in dire physical condition. Much of his body needed replacing. I had to learn as I went. He was quite patient with me, all things considered, but I wish I had started from a better place for his sake so he didn't have to go through quite as much.

( If Louis is young or small for his age, Angela wouldn't know. He strikes her as an adult and she has no idea what his size should be, surely, but standing just a few inches shorter than her is still not a bad place to be in the world. )

( His leg was made well; very likely in the hopes he'd still be growing, already adjustable, but certainly not to the extent he may need. A few inches, sure, but not much more. Not entire feet of length. He is quiet but she can see he's taking every word in with care, but she worries about an excess of weight on the wooden base if he's going to grow so big. She's seen some truly large changes in people here, so her tone stays kind as he asks for clarification and what she's looking for, tense as he is. She can feel it in him from the slightest drag against her hands holding that leg over her thigh and the line of his limbs going taut, glancing up to meet his eyes. )

While the metal is just fine, the wooden base here gives me some pause— it can only bear so much weight before it would split, if you end up changing too significantly, and it would depend on the structure inside for whether or not you would injure yourself further. With weight on top of a prosthetic like this, or even superficial ones, skin is an organ that needs to breathe. Sores could form, callouses, it could strain on scar tissue and cause complications— if you've had this for a while, it's good to be sure you're all right. And I'm curious to see if the prosthetic itself is removable or if it was fused in place.

( So she'll look for his permission to have a look around, scarring from the rend of claws or some similar sort of force mended well but still like to show in bits of halted fur growth— if he gives her the go ahead, that's all she's going to look at, nails gentle where they sift the fur around and she gets to peer at the skin beneath. She isn't going to ask after what had happened, by who— she's just concerned with the typical complications and care that she's spent the last decade studying, herself.

If he isn't comfortable, she won't nudge him any further. But he commends her experience instead, saying how easily he'd trust her, and she offers him just an easy of a smile when she looks back up. )

So long as you know I'll always do my best by you, if you ever need the help. I'll be here. Did you have any questions?

( It's fair enough' traumatic injuries are exactly that. Trauma is a difficult thing to get over and she can see by the color of the scar tissue that it really hasn't been all that long for him. Less than a year, if she were to guess. More than a few months back. Even those who expect grievous injury and the likely chance of ending up with prosthetics due to the nature of their jobs or missions have difficulty accepting them and growing used to others handling them.

So she's gentle, once given permission, and she eases the base free and has a look at the remainder of his leg just barely reaching her knee to rest on before studying the inside of the prosthetic.

Hmm... One quick improvement, perhaps. She gives his leg a little pat and eases it from her knee so she can stand, flitting into one drawer— no, the next down— there we go, and producing a length of silicone, speaking all the while to him. )

It looks like you healed very well; still, I always worry about scar tissue strain, and sometimes it knots up on people well after its healed. I have something else to use as an insert for comfort that will help mitigate that.

( She removes the felted padding from his prosthetic base and copies it to length with the silicone, and takes a few minutes to meld it into a cup to insert right back in. She'll wander back over and resume her seat while fussing with the fit, but she'll gesture for his leg again to replace it, and hand him the old pad. )

Let's give this a go; it's silicone. It will hold up far longer and be gentler on you. And it should feel more comfortable. This material is often used in assisting healing since it regulates well, perforated like this— it can wick away moisture or keep it closer, depending, and helps scar tissue remain supple. But if you don't have any questions, I have what I need, so you're free to go, Louis. I'll contact you again here in a couple of days when I finish the rod adjustment so we can get that installed for you.

( He's offered a hand to get back on his feet, and she'll look to him expectantly for how the new insert feels, curious. )