"Master, Master, there's drinks here!"
"Master, Master, are you full? I've got bread too!"
Amara bustled about enthusiastically.
She felt as though she was dreaming. She had casually given someone a bottle of water and a packet of crackers, only to find out they were two super mech technicians... no, super scientists. And one of the scientists, who looked handsome and kindly, even wanted to take her on as an apprentice and teach her how to design mechs. This was the kind of dreamlike story that only existed in fairy tales.
No, not even fairy tales had stories like this.
In fairy tales, only eccentric old men with white beards would catch little princesses and teach them magic. They would never teach technology or mech design, nor would they possess Master's gentleness and good looks.
"Li, I have to admit, having such a cute little errand-runner is pretty nice. How about giving her to me?"
As Amara ran all over the place, doing her best to entertain them, Tony Stark sidled over with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Keep dreaming."
Li Si laughed and cursed as he shoved Tony Stark away.
Amara was no ordinary girl. A teenage girl with no parents had survived alone in a postwar abandoned zone, which was difficult enough in itself. There was no way she could have received any systematic education. Yet under such circumstances, she had pieced together a mech through her own tinkering and self-study. Her talent probably surpassed even Luna's.
Though Amara's Gipsy Danger had been cobbled together from parts scavenged off damaged mechs, its size, layout, and control system all differed from those of conventional mechs. In essence, it was no different from designing a mech from scratch.
Even the other mech technicians in Pacific Rim did no more