Inno stood in the dark, quiet hallways of the Steamworks, the only sound accompanying him being the faint hum of machinery, and music playing from an old human tape player that he used to just barely stave off the madness of these trips. He was making his way around, trying to find Axis, when he stumbled upon a few tables, lying ontop being... ... Old prototypes of the very prosthesis he had on now. He can tell because it IS his handiwork - one of the few things he didn't lose, after all - in... fairly good condition ... Callas had been so supportive of his efforts, even if it was just a thing on the side. If he recalled, Callas even contributed to a few of these. He's going to be sick. He pockets them in his satchel, before continuing on, fighting back the rising feeling in his chest. Not now. He has to be strong, and just... get home. He'll make it deeper into the facility eventually. Eventually.
