"That's right, working overtime." Closure stressed the point, even deliberately showing the two of them the dark circles beneath her eyes.
Then Closure patted her chest and declared with considerable confidence, "The time was short and the workmanship is rough, but you can absolutely trust my craft. No matter how heavy your armor is, this armor stand will definitely hold it steady and keep its balance."
"I have my doubts about that." Magnus did not believe Closure's assurance, then spoke to Leman Russ through psychic power.
[We really did come to the right place.]
[Why do you say that? Because this girl is your type?]
[Oh ho ho, my brother. Your ability to find weak points seems to have declined quite a bit. Such provocation is nowhere near enough to make me angry.]
Magnus chuckled softly in Leman Russ's mind, then cleared his throat and turned serious.
[Seriously, as the head of an engineering department, the air about her is remarkably natural and relaxed. That proves Rhodes Island's daily life truly is as that Doctor described.]
[Relaxed and pleasant? Full of humanitarian concern?]
[Yes, my brother.]
Ending the conversation, Magnus stepped forward and prepared to place his vambrace onto the armor stand.
Once that ornate block of alloy left the influence of Magnus's psychic power, it returned to its original weight. It immediately bore down on the armor stand, making it creak and groan.
In less than a second, the stand lost its balance. Its main beam visibly bent downward, and the confident smile on Closure's face stiffened.
Magnus sighed and took the vambrace back into his hand.
Closure immediately leaped beside the armor stand, carefully inspecting the extent of its bending and using it to roughly estimate the vambrace's weight.
The number was so absurd that Closure felt as