[ Gansey is staring at Winry with a little frown between his eyes, in much the manner he might consider a complicated piece of Latin. Automail. Flesh limb. Jesus Christ.

But he listens, not interrupting, and then the context makes his expression clear. ]

You’re talking about robotics, aren’t you? Highly sophisticated, far more impressive even in context than anything I’ve ever seen.

[ A pause. Gansey thinks of robotics and mechanics and moving parts, and he thinks of Adam. ]

I have a friend who’d love to meet you. I must introduce you some time. Is that something you offer to anyone? I can think of quite a few charitable organisations who would be desperately grateful for that kind of skill.