❝— Fixer ; open
Yuri's head shot up at the sound of shoes squeaking against the makeshift linoleum flooring, project in hand momentarily discarded as a familiar face came into view. A curtain of black framed her face when she nodded briefly, offering her full attention to the approaching individual, whose name she couldn't quite remember no matter how diligently she raked her brain. Odd. Then again, their previous interactions were only limited to a few occasional glances, and maybe even the edges of a pleasant conversation.
"Can I help you with something?" her gaze quickly fell upon the object in the other's hands, a rather quaint device. The noirette curiously examined the dysfunctional piece of technology, brows knitted into a concentrated frown as she traced its contours with her fingers. Quite the intriguing challenge, and Yuri was never one to pass up on these kind of things. Brimming with excitement, she tried her mightiest to contain herself, not wanting to supply false hope. After all, she was restricted by a multitude of things. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't guarantee that it'll get repaired," she said honestly, pointing to a chaotic pile of wires, metal and plastic, "or if suitable parts are even available".