Hiro Hamada

In the middle of her shift, it was Anna's job to clean up in the ice rink. It was easy work since there was no show that morning. She would grab her broom and standing dustpan to sweep it up. Anna walked up and down the rows of chairs, wiping the handles with a rag to prevent any build up of dust. After that, she went up to the glass windows, lifting a bottle, spraying a window with a cleaner solution, and wiped the liquid off of it.

Lucky for her, it seemed like she wasn’t the only one around. Unlucky for her, the sudden shout caused him to lose focus entirely and—

Unlike some people at the garage, Cameron actually enjoyed conversing with the people who came in. It just so happened that GoGo did seem to like this one particular person. But, it was a rather slow day, and Cameron didn't have much better to do other than stand around, so she figured she might as well be friendly. "Ah, right, right. I don't know much about robots, but I'll gladly give them a shot."

“Robots are really cool,” he affirmed, smiling at the other. Hmm, she had footage of every test run but which to pick? Documenting everything made it easier to spot mistakes and celebrate successes. The former was making it a little hard to decide though.

"You were gonna ask whether I say no or not," Tina pointed out, frowning slightly. There was something ironic in the way that Tina, who was extremely nosey, was also extremely guarded when it came to very silly things. Maybe it was her way of asserting dominance in spite of her tiny stature and being 'a girl' in an upbringing otherwise surrounded by snotty boys.

Welp. It wasn’t like Hiro could deny her claim. Like recognised like, maybe. At least I asked first? Man, I gotta get better at hiding my curiosity. His smile leaned a bit more towards sheepish than normal and okay. She could defend herself here a bit but it didn’t sound like the other was gonna kill her for it. Hopefully.

Toulouse watched carefully as the other tried a second time. This one was better, certainly. Art was subjective anyway, and this was just a fun piece he was trying, so it didn't really matter where the paint landed. "Yeah, there you go, that's better. But uh, I take it you don't play sports very much, do you?"

Looking to the other, the beginnings of a smile made its way onto Hiro’s face. He rolled his eyes a little. Even so, the smile remained. “Mhm, and next thing I know by ‘like to play’ you mean you’re some big shot star. Not that I’d know, sports aren’t really my thing,” she gestured vaguely to the canvas, “if that wasn’t already super obvious.”

Alice wasn't really sure what answer they were expecting. There was a small amount of concern that something could be made dangerous on purpose (but why would you want to?).

“Huh? Oh, that’s not the issue. It can recognise any small animal that looks trash-sized. I’m pretty sure, at least?”

Toulouse stood back and watched as they threw the balloon. Not bad, but not great. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter really where the balloon landed, but the ideal was not to get paint anywhere else. "That was a decent throw, maybe just a little more oomph next time, yeah? Like this," he explained, taking a balloon and demonstrating. It crashed and burst almost directly in the middle of the canvas, sending a splash of orange paint outward in every direction.

But more ‘oomph’, yeah, sure, that was so specific. Even still, Hiro tried to focus a bit more on how the other threw it. Okay so more strength. Maybe imagining the canvas as a far away trashcan would help? Worth a shot. Literally.

Tina made an attempt at turning on her heels to see who was speaking, but it sent more things tumbling to the ground. She huffed a piece of hair from her face and frowned. "I'm fine, actually," she lied instinctively. "But if you could just… pick those—" here, Tina gestured with her foot to the fallen objects. "—up for me I won't say anything. I may or may not be rebuilding something."

With the affirmation made (kinda? It sure felt like a ‘yes but keep quiet’?), Hiro quickly picked up the stuff that had just fallen down. Afterwards, he’d offer to pick up her trail too but he should stick to just this for now. Probably. Hopefully.

When they introduced themselves, Cameron nodded. She was almost positive that she'd heard the name before. They were some kind of science genius, from what she remembered. "Oh yeah, okay, I got it. Yeah, coding isn't really my thing, but if you need info on speed, I can give it to you in the form of cars," she joked.

Laughter bubbled out of Hiro. “I’ll let you know if I ever need a consultant for that.” With her permission, Hiro quickly took a seat nearby. It’d be rude to just go back to coding now, wouldn’t it? Not that he’d be able to get much done on mobile anyways.

"Oh come on, does this face look dangerous to you?" Toulouse pouted, gesturing to himself. "Besides, it'll be fun. Now... stand right here, and hold this." He handed the stranger a water balloon, though there was no water to be found inside. The contents would make themselves known soon enough.

Hiro shrugged, a smile painted with mischief grew on his face. “I dunno, lots of not suspicious looking people end up being untrustworthy.” She raised an eyebrow at him but held the water—no, wait, it didn’t feel totally like a water balloon. What was inside this? She looked over at the canvas and the cogs began turning in his head.

It was kind of strange how genuine Arthur could be while looking like he wanted to take every word back. Like he couldn’t stop the words from falling out but desperately wanted to. Hiro very rarely knew how to react to that sorta thing. So, she tried to focus on what he was asking for.

Tina was taking the bout of good weather as an opportunity to make some progress on rebuilding the tree house (and looking for a lot of distraction). She somehow had it in her head that she would manage to carry double her body weight and height in supplies all the way into the heart of the woods without help, but the trail of objects that followed her said otherwise.

On most days, Hiro could manage his curiosity real well. Too well some might say but, eh, she liked to think she could back off if need be. Today just so happened to be too weird not to. Like, a trail of random objects?

eilonwy smiled and nodded "they are, some of them take their colours when colouring very seriously. we have colours all over the place, they come up in conversation a lot"

He nodded along. Yeah, he’d be going there for colour palettes later. Maybe she’d find something actually visually interesting, colour wise specifically. “Huh, do they have a colour hierarchy or, like, a general top 3 among them all?”