( If he finds it strange, as intended, she doesn't notice; she assumes it would be taken as such, certainly, but it doesn't show on him and she assumes he's all right with it by now. Once she has her sketch down and measurements taken and noted, detailing smaller areas with arrows and quick notes, she sets about fiddling with the apparent latch that loosens the rod attaching the foot and slides it out with care after notching the length with her pencil to place back for him, then peers closer at the wooden base. )

I see; that's a bit of a relief, then. So this here— this function with the pressure lever, will remain the same as it works now. We'll just adjust the rod here so that it can be lengthened as needed with another lever the same. It will be a quick adjustment when you wake up in the morning and can easily test and tweak as needed. May I?

( She'd like a closer look at how his leg has healed where it fits to the base of the prosthetic, but only if he's comfortable with her fingers in his fur to see the skin beneath. )

There are many differences in times between the people who have arrived here; everything in this workshop I've made myself, and even I had only learned as a necessity about... oh, a decade or so ago. It was my first time handling cybernetics, and I had a patient in dire physical condition. Much of his body needed replacing. I had to learn as I went. He was quite patient with me, all things considered, but I wish I had started from a better place for his sake so he didn't have to go through quite as much.

( If Louis is young or small for his age, Angela wouldn't know. He strikes her as an adult and she has no idea what his size should be, surely, but standing just a few inches shorter than her is still not a bad place to be in the world. )