Never Enough for a Cat [Colt]

Jacob shook the man’s hand with a relatively firm grip, and noted that the texture of his hand was different, but he didn’t treat him any different than he had before. He didn’t comment on the fact that he had a lot to learn, regardless of the fact that he did indeed agree. It was hard to be a shop owner and not even know how to install a shelf into his own store, but then again, with those hands, it would present a definite problem. He then listened intently to the man’s plight regarding a soda machine, and he quickly used his ability to identify it. His ‘mech-radar’ worked passively, but once he got a hold of it, years ago, he managed to make it where he didn’t have to focus on them, and let them fade to the background of his mind.

Bringing it to the forefront, he nodded towards the man, smirking slightly with a knowing thought. “I can certainly take a look…” he said simply, walking over to his next tasking, and placing a hand on it. A trained eye would note that his hand seemed to gain the texture and color of the soda machine where his hand touched the machine, about three or four centimeters of his skin effected… barely enough to be noticeable, and not enough to be obvious. He immediately knew the machine better than the man who designed it, learning about it intimately… and identifying the problem. “The pump is burnt out… it spins, but doesn’t actually pump. Hang on…” There was a noticeable metallic ‘clunk’ as he restored it to the point that it was originally built. Now literally good as new, he pressed the latch in the back for the Pepsi, and it flowed with water. “Might want to refill the Pepsi, but it works now. I can do a lot with just about anything mechanical… the same way I probably wouldn’t want to challenge you to a headbutting competition.” Fancy way to say ‘I’m a mutant’.