Kit rolls her eyes when he can't remember the model number, and rattles it off as soon as Chris takes off his hoodie. It's a nice model, one of Mintaka's mid-range prosthetic full length arms. Not a lot of bells and whistles, but well known for being pretty reliable with a good synapse speed, and no major bugs since that third software update.

"Nice casing--" and then Kit moves around to the other side, and sees his right arm. "Is that frosting." It's not really a question, and she sounds kind of angry. "What did you do to it? You know you're supposed to keep these away from acidic or corrosive solutions, right? Did you even read the manual?" Not that Kit has read a manual ever in her life, but she considers herself exempt from tech rules. She grabs a grease rag from a toolbox off the table and starts furiously wiping the bigger icing globs off, going around the poptart as best she can. "Really, what the hell do you do on regular weekday evenings?"