Shrekreh: *Growls out at Rakaerum, annoyed by the dragon* You clutz. *snorts* Should take lessons on grace and movement without tripping over self. *crosses her arms* Radio no matter.
Raim: *shakes his head at Shrekreh’s statements* I’m certain that the radio is salvagable. If it isn’t, we can make another one for you. That is, if that is what you wanted. *returns to his workbench so that he could put in the last touches into Shrekreh’s new gloves*