Patriotic continued to stare at her hand, covered by a single layer of bandaging. The new comers to the bar had gone unnoticed.
A few more moments had passed until Pat rubbed the back on her neck with her right hand, leaving the left dead on the counter.
Giving out a sigh, Pat removed the bandage revealing a bloody robotic interior.
With both eyes tightly shut, she made a fist with her right hand.
Opening her eyes slowly, she gasped. It was as if she thought it was nightmare which could be solved as simply as waking up, but this was no nightmare.
Shaking her head slowly she pulled out a small spray bottle, filled with oil.
Spraying the small robotic parts she slowly began to move her fingers, allowing the parts to move like a perfect pair of dancers.
As she began to wrap her hand up again with a clean bandage she pulled from her left pocket, her eyes crossed with Kacey's.
Showing weakness wasn't Patriotic's favorite thing to display, though weakness was the only thing she seemed to display now'a'days.
Pat smiled lightly, while giving Kacey a nod of acknowledgement.
