She snorts, happily. "Um, well. G'raha tells me you both have different talents. Um, back home. But I trust you, Nero - and your craftsmanship..."

It's bad. She keeps comparing him to the other him... and Bolormaa shakes her head again, trying to hide her own disappointment at herself. "Her range of movement isn't too good, I must admit. I was not commonly at the Gold Saucer - but isn't there a mammet of you?"

The material here wasn't as easy to craft as manipulating material with crystals - but that was okay. She was enjoying her life, even if she was more occupied with repairing a building...