“It takes that long to slap on an arm?” Tokamak was quite bewildered by this estimate. In that time, he could get parts, repair his remaining drone, rebuilt his other drones, and maybe an entire fleet more with breaks between.
“Then it should be,” Roaster hangs on that last word as she looks around signs or maps for directions to such an exhibit.
“This way! Come on gang.” She proclaims with confidence and heads towards that direction. Loud enough that anyone else near the entrance could hear if they wanted to join the tour group. Or be scared, both were good options.