Quietly crept up behind Ayo, well, the huge smelly Norness that was Majilda was as quiet as Norn get. Smelling typically like a flaming junkyard mixed wit the tail end of a steam locomotive, she hardly masked her presence. Thankfully, downwind of the Elonian. Majilda stood there for a few moments, mustering her thoughts in her hooded scatter brain. A loud huff from her gasmask and the sound of decompression followed, the typical loud breathing to announce she was going to start speaking.
“Been a while, Ayo... Didn’t have time at all to write.” Came the heavily synthesized voice of the norness, such a tone masked her gender, along with that massive bulky coat. Were it not for prior knowledge of the woman, she might be mistaken for a very slim and feminine male.
Her hand dipped into her own breast pocket for a second or two, pulling from the inside of her jacket a palm sized object. Hand it down the woman produced a small pocket watch for the energetic dye-maker to take, in typical type of this Norn, all the inner workings shown. The body made from a solid lump of milled Charr steel, the glass tempered and hardened.
”Only Charr materials in that, forged by Norn hands, mind you... My own.” She explained to her friend she rarely got to talk to.
“Do you like it?” Questioned the towering engineer, tilting her head slightly. Slow with her movements, body language disconnected along with her voice. Devoid of emotion, she was, not even her body language, her tone not even there, face completely masked.
(Reference for the head tilt Majilda doesn’t wear such foolish attire! Her actual outfit, below.)