She frowns in thought, drawing a fingertip over the lines she'd sketched. "I don't know. There's room for a certain artistry. Not anything ornate, mind. Just..." She glances over to him, chewing on her lower lip.

Again, she reaches for his hand. This time it's to touch his wrist and forearm. "I want it to look like it's a part of you, even if it's clearly a machine. It should be yours, wholly and completely." Her palm smoothes over his skin as she contemplates how to convey that in cold metal.