[ The surprise and appreciation on his face make her smile, and she slowly turns her hand over so that he can see more of the wires and mechanisms powering the glove. It's not as lightweight and efficient as she'd like it to be yet—she's gotten into the habit of tinkering with it at times, now that she doesn't have to spend her every waking moment trying to save her company from financial ruin—but it's still an impressive piece of technology, if she said so herself.
(Her father had always always brilliant.)
So she likes to see a little appreciation for tech, even if it's still a smaller mirror of her own. ]
It's close-range only. [ She turns her hand back over, and taps a finger against the circular segment on the glove's palm. ] The electrical current is released from here, and it can only travel around the glove.
[ There's probably a whole explanation about currents and conductors and shit... who knows how the glove actually works... Asami doesn't get into technical details anyway. ]
frowns deeply
(Her father had always always brilliant.)
So she likes to see a little appreciation for tech, even if it's still a smaller mirror of her own. ]
It's close-range only. [ She turns her hand back over, and taps a finger against the circular segment on the glove's palm. ] The electrical current is released from here, and it can only travel around the glove.
[ There's probably a whole explanation about currents and conductors and shit... who knows how the glove actually works... Asami doesn't get into technical details anyway. ]