[Boy, this is a toughie. She's practically a stiff board when she comes waddling in on her poor leg. At least she has her normal clothes back. Waddling in a white bland dress just felt like she was a hospital patient.]
U-uh... Are you—You're Winry, right...?
[She adjusts her sunglasses. Because she is the master at stealth.]
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U-uh... Are you—You're Winry, right...?
[She adjusts her sunglasses. Because she is the master at stealth.]
I heard you're good with prosthetic limbs...