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Aura rubbed her hand against her forehead. She heard Metis let out a laugh. "What's so funny?"
Metis grabbed a tissue and wiped it against the engineer's forehead. "You had a motor oil on your forehead."
Aura let out a chuckle. When did she not? "Thanks, Metie."
Metis smiled and let her get back to her work. "Of course, Aura."